《记忆中的小女孩》～作者:Dawei 朗读: Alan

杜薇霞 海伦

大家早上好，无论你在哪里，或者下午好，或者晚上好。这是艾伦。Alan 又在和你沟通了。我有一个小故事要讲给你。你, 取决于你在这个美丽的地球上生活了多久。随着我们年龄的增长，很多人随着年龄的增长，比如说60， 65以上。他们开始回忆和回想他们年轻时候的人生，他们做过的事情，他们拥有过的美好的事物， 他们认识的人。。。

他们开始写作，他们开始尝试捕捉 所有这些。或许是为了他们的孩子或者孙子和子子孙孙，将来他们可能有兴趣了解另一个时代的情况以及当时的生活是如何的，以上，这是我在引导你进入这个故事。

这个故事叫做《我记忆中的小女孩》作者是一名叫大卫的中国绅士。朗读者当然是我自己——阿伦，所以我希望你会觉得这是一个很有趣的故事。让我们开始吧。

Good morning wherever you are or good afternoon or good evening, everybody. This is Alan, who is communicating with you again. I got a bit of a story coming up for you. You depend on how long you have been walking this beautiful earth. As you, as we get older a lot of people as they get older, saying pass 60, 65 onwards. They start to reminisce and think back about their life when they were young, the things they did, the good things they had, people they knew…

And they start to write, they start to try and capture it for maybe their children or grandchildren or grandgrandchildren who might in the future be interested to know what things were like in another time and how life was lived at that time, so yes, that's just a lead up to the story of I am just open up for you.

This story is called 《The Little Girl in my memory》The author is a Chinese gentleman called Da Wei. The reader, of course, it's myself Alan, so I hope you find this of interesting and here we go.

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记忆中的小女孩 The little girl in my memory

原著作者: Author : Dawei

朗读： Reader : Alan

The little girl in my memory

When I was very young, so young that I can't remember exactly how old I was, my parents sent me to live with my grandmother. In my memory, it was a green mountain covered with trees, and at the foot of the hill was a clear and flowing river. My grandmother lived in the folds of this big mountain.

我小的时候，小到我已记不清那是几岁，我被父母送到了外婆家生活。我印象中那是一个长满了绿树的青山，山下便是涛涛而清澈的河水，外婆就生活在这片大山的皱褶之中。

At that time, I hadn't started school yet. In my memory, it was a very poor era. Every day, the food was simple and limited: a bowl of corn porridge and a corn bun.

那个时候我还没有上学，在我的记忆里，那是一个非常贫苦的年代，每天的食物单一而有限，一碗玉米糊粥和一个玉米窝头。

One evening, some children were playing on the street in front of the house. This was the happiest time of the day. At that moment, a little boy came out of a house in the inner courtyard. He had a round, white and fat face, and we all called him "Little Landlord" behind his back.

有一天傍晚，小伙伴们在门前的街道上玩耍，这是一天里最快乐的时光。这时，从里院的一户人家里，走出一个小男孩，白白净净的一张小圆脸，我们背后都叫他"小地主”。

He was holding a green cucumber and eating it as he walked to us. The children immediately stopped playing and looked at his hand, his mouth, and finally at the cucumber. Seeing a cucumber in this season was beyond the children's imagination. Maybe This was the first cucumber of the spring, but he just held it and ate it casually. To the children, this was unimaginable.

他手里拿着一根绿色的黄瓜，边走边吃向我们靠拢过来，孩子们立刻停止了玩耍，眼睛齐刷刷的盯在他的手上、然后是他的嘴上，最后目光集中在那根黄瓜上。在这个季节里，能看到黄瓜出乎了孩子们的想象，这大概是这个春天的第一根黄瓜，他却拿在手里随便吃掉，随意而从容，在孩子们看来不可思议。

Just then, a middle-aged woman came out of the house. She was tall and fair with short hair reaching her ears. My memory of her is only this vague because it's not as deep as that of the cucumber.

就在这时，又从屋子里走出一个中年妇人，高个白皙，齐耳短发，我记忆的轮廓只能这样粗略了，因为对她的记忆远不如那个黄瓜深刻。

From the idle chat of my grandmothers, I knew that the woman couldn't have children and the boy was adopted from afar. This was no secret among the neighbours. Because they had no children and their family conditions were good, the boy was treated like he was in a honey pot when he came to their home, and was raised plump and fair, thus earning the name "Little Landlord".

平时听外婆们闲聊，知道这女人不能生育，孩子是在远方领养过来的，这在邻居中已不是秘密。因她家没有孩子，家庭条件又好，小男孩到了她家就像是掉进了蜜罐里，养的白白胖胖，因此得名"小地主‘’。

Just as the woman reached the boy, a girl younger than me suddenly stepped forward and said in a low and timid voice, "Auntie, do you still want a little girl?" The girl lowered her head as she spoke. The woman froze for a moment, staring straight at the girl. After a long while, she bent down and patted the boy's clothes as if to dust them off, then took his hand and turned back into the house.

就在那妇人走到男孩身边时，有个比我小一些的女孩，忽然走上前去，喃喃的说：‘’阿姨，你家还要小女孩吗？"女孩说着低下了头，声音很小而怯懦，但我听的很清晰。那妇人瞬间愣住，眼睛直直的看着女孩，很久，才弯腰拍了拍男孩的衣服，像是在拍尘土，然后拉着男孩，转身回屋里去了。

The girl stood there without moving, I was not moving either. She still had her head down, and I couldn't see her expression, only the two small braids slightly raised on her head. I didn't know what she was thinking, but I knew that her family had many children and lived a very poor life.

那女孩站在那里没有动，我也没有动，她仍然低着头，我看不见她的表情，只能看到她头上微微翘起的两颗小辫，我不知道她在想什么，但我知道，她家孩子多，生活过得很贫苦。

Not many of my childhood memories remain, and I can't even remember the girl's name. Now I'm over sixty years old. I wonder how that little girl is doing now? Has she lived the life she longed for?

童年的记忆残留不多，甚至女孩的名字也记不起了。如今我已是年过半百的老人，不知道当年的那个小女孩如今怎么样了？她是否过上了她渴望的生活？

Maybe as I get older, my emotions become more fragile. Every time I think of that girl's back, I can't help but shed tears. Not for anything else, just for the deep scar that poverty left on the tender hearts of the children.

也许老之将至，情感也越发的脆弱，每每想起当年那个女孩的背影，便会潸然泪下🥲。不为别的，只为那段贫苦在孩子们稚嫩的心灵上-----留下的那道深深的伤痕。

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我小的时候，小到我已记不清那是几岁，我被父母送到了外婆家生活。我印象中那是一个长满了绿树的青山，山下便是涛涛而清澈的河水，外婆就生活在这片大山的皱褶之中。

那个时候我还没有上学，在我的记忆里，那是一个非常贫苦的年代，每天的食物单一而有限，一碗玉米糊粥和一个玉米窝头。

有一天傍晚，小伙伴们在门前的街道上玩耍，这是一天里最快乐的时光。这时，从里院的一户人家里，走出一个小男孩，白白净净的一张小圆脸，我们背后都叫他"小地主”。他手里拿着一根绿色的黄瓜，边走边吃向我们靠拢过来，孩子们立刻停止了玩耍，眼睛齐刷刷的盯在他的手上、然后是他的嘴上，最后目光集中在那根黄瓜上。在这个季节里，能看到黄瓜出乎了孩子们的想象，这大概是这个春天的第一根黄瓜，他却拿在手里随便吃掉，随意而从容，在孩子们看来不可思议。就在这时，又从屋子里走出一个中年妇人，高个白皙，齐耳短发，我记忆的轮廓只能这样粗略了，因为对她的记忆远不如那个黄瓜深刻。平时听外婆们闲聊，知道这女人不能生育，孩子是在远方领养过来的，这在邻居中已不是秘密。因她家没有孩子，家庭条件又好，小男孩到了她家就像是掉进了蜜罐里，养的白白胖胖，因此得名"小地主‘’。

就在那妇人走到男孩身边时，有个比我小一些的女孩，忽然走上前去，喃喃的说：‘’阿姨，你家还要小女孩吗？"女孩说着低下了头，声音很小而怯懦，但我听的很清晰。那妇人瞬间愣住，眼睛直直的看着女孩，很久，才弯腰拍了拍男孩的衣服，像是在拍尘土，然后拉着男孩，转身回屋里去了。

那女孩站在那里没有动，我也没有动，她仍然低着头，我看不见她的表情，只能看到她头上微微翘起的两颗小辫，我不知道她在想什么，但我知道，她家孩子多，生活过得很贫苦。

童年的记忆残留不多，甚至女孩的名字也记不起了。如今我已是年过半百的老人，不知道当年的那个小女孩如今怎么样了？她是否过上了她渴望的生活？

也许老之将至，情感也越发的脆弱，每每想起当年那个女孩的背影，便会潸然泪下。不为别的，只为那段贫苦在孩子们稚嫩的心灵上-----留下的那道深深的伤痕。