Sandy Zhang|每周诵读243‍《老了》江一郎

Sandy Zhang

<p class="ql-block">这首诗让我想起深爱一生的父母。他们都是彼此的初恋。他们小学就认识,都是学校里最拔尖的学生。彼此敬佩和爱慕了一生。</p><p class="ql-block">‍妈妈2007年不幸得了癌症,她努力跟癌症抗争了14年。记得有一次她跟我说:妈妈累了,要不是心疼你爸爸,不舍得他一个人,我早就放弃了。</p><p class="ql-block">‍妈妈与癌症抗争的这些年,爸爸一直陪伴左右。从一个不拘小节的理工男,转变为细心操持家务的家庭主夫,甚至成为了半专业的护理员,默默支撑起这个家,无怨无悔地照顾了妈妈14年。</p><p class="ql-block">‍妈妈弥留之际,爸爸俯身亲吻妈妈,轻声对她说:守业,你看你还是那么漂亮,我爱你!🌹❤️</p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;">‍<b><i>🎙朗读者:Sandy Zhang</i></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><i>‍</i></b></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;">《老 了》 </p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;">作者:江一郎</p><p class="ql-block">‍</p><p class="ql-block">老了, 牙齿没了</p><p class="ql-block">没牙的糟老头子 和没牙的老婆子</p><p class="ql-block">让我们走吧 到乡下去</p><p class="ql-block">在有山有水的乡下</p><p class="ql-block">买块好地 种什么都行</p><p class="ql-block">什么都种不动了 就让它荒着</p><p class="ql-block">草 愿长多高 就多高</p><p class="ql-block">花 愿开多野 就多野</p><p class="ql-block">这是属于&lt;我们的&gt;土地</p><p class="ql-block">‍</p><p class="ql-block">老了走不动了,去小溪边坐坐吧</p><p class="ql-block">溪水叮咚</p><p class="ql-block">多么美好的人和事</p><p class="ql-block">就这样被它带走喽</p><p class="ql-block">‍</p><p class="ql-block">要是你有点伤感</p><p class="ql-block">我就 陪着你一起伤感</p><p class="ql-block">要是 你怀念初恋</p><p class="ql-block">我们相拥着 怀念初恋, </p><p class="ql-block">用没有牙的嘴 再一次 亲吻</p><p class="ql-block">‍</p><p class="ql-block">老了,都老了,</p><p class="ql-block">天上的风~吹去流云</p><p class="ql-block">像吹去从前的欲望~~</p><p class="ql-block">暮色徐徐降临</p><p class="ql-block">亲爱的老头子</p><p class="ql-block">我要~挨着你睡了</p><p class="ql-block">如果 /我长眠不醒</p><p class="ql-block">你不要摇着我的身体 哭到太阳升起</p><p class="ql-block">把我埋了吧 ~ 啊</p><p class="ql-block">埋在我们自己的土地里, 并恳请土地能够将你也收留</p><p class="ql-block">------</p><p class="ql-block">我们一生热爱土地</p><p class="ql-block">死了,就让我们的白骨赤裸裸地 搂着</p><p class="ql-block">搂着,如同~我们一生一世/不曾分开的幸福</p><p class="ql-block">一万年,(一万年)还爱着……</p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><i>‍</i></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><i>‍🎙朗读者:Sandy Zhang</i></b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b><i>‍</i></b></p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><b>Old</b></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><i>By Jiang Yilang</i></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;">‍</p><p class="ql-block">Old now, no teeth left. </p><p class="ql-block">A toothless old man, and a toothless old woman. </p><p class="ql-block">Come on, let’s go— </p><p class="ql-block">Out to the countryside, </p><p class="ql-block">Find a nice little plot, </p><p class="ql-block">Grow whatever we can—or nothing at all. </p><p class="ql-block">When we can’t even grow a thing, </p><p class="ql-block">Let it be wild. </p><p class="ql-block">Grass can grow as high as it wants, </p><p class="ql-block">Flowers, bloom wherever they like. </p><p class="ql-block">This land—it’s ours. </p><p class="ql-block">‍</p><p class="ql-block">When we can’t walk anymore, </p><p class="ql-block">We’ll sit by the creek. </p><p class="ql-block">Hear that water? </p><p class="ql-block">“Ding-dong, ding-dong”— </p><p class="ql-block">Carrying away all the beautiful things, </p><p class="ql-block">All the beautiful people. </p><p class="ql-block">If you feel sad, </p><p class="ql-block">I’ll sit here and feel sad with you. </p><p class="ql-block">If you start missing your first love, </p><p class="ql-block">We’ll hug, </p><p class="ql-block">And we’ll think about it together. </p><p class="ql-block">With these toothless old mouths, </p><p class="ql-block">We’ll kiss again. </p><p class="ql-block">‍</p><p class="ql-block">We’re old now. So old. </p><p class="ql-block">The wind in the sky— </p><p class="ql-block">It’s blowing the clouds away, </p><p class="ql-block">Like it’s blowing away everything we used to want. </p><p class="ql-block">‍</p><p class="ql-block">The evening’s falling, slow and quiet. </p><p class="ql-block">Hey, old man, </p><p class="ql-block">I’m going to lie down next to you now. </p><p class="ql-block">If I don’t wake up tomorrow, </p><p class="ql-block">Don’t shake me, </p><p class="ql-block">Don’t cry till morning comes. </p><p class="ql-block">Just bury me—yeah, right here, </p><p class="ql-block">In our land. </p><p class="ql-block">And ask the earth, </p><p class="ql-block">Kindly, to take you too. </p><p class="ql-block">‍</p><p class="ql-block">We’ve loved this land our whole lives. </p><p class="ql-block">When we’re gone, let our bare old bones </p><p class="ql-block">Hold onto each other, </p><p class="ql-block">Just like we’ve done all our years. </p><p class="ql-block">Ten thousand years, </p><p class="ql-block">Even ten thousand more— </p><p class="ql-block">We’ll still be holding on.</p>