笑 冰心 Smile Bin Xin
雨聲漸漸的住了，窗簾後隱隱的透進清光來。推開窗戶一看，呀！涼雲散了，樹葉上的殘滴，映著月兒，好似螢光千點，閃閃爍爍的動著。──真沒想到苦雨孤燈之後，會有這麼一幅清美的圖畫！
As the sound of rain gradually faded, shades of light glimmered through the window curtains. I opened the window. Ah! The breezing clouds were gone and the raindrops that were still clinging to the leaves glistered under the moonlight like a thousand fireflies. Who would have thought that such a beautiful and tranquil piece of work would appear after a depressing shower of rain in this lonely night.
憑窗站了一會兒，微微的覺得涼意侵人。轉過身來，忽然眼花繚亂，屋子裏的別的東西，都隱在光雲裏；一片幽輝，只浸著牆上畫中的安琪兒。──這白衣的安琪兒，抱著花兒，揚著翅兒，向著我微微的笑。
I stood by the window for a brief moment, and then chilliness started to sink in. I turned around and all of a sudden, everything started to spin. All the things in the house were cloaked by layers of shimmering clouds, except the painting of an angel hanging on the wall, glowing dimly among the others. This angel in white was holding flowers with her wings unfolded and smiling at me.
“這笑容仿佛在哪兒看見過似的，什麼時候，我曾……”
“This smile, I have seen it before but where? When did I…”
我不知不覺的便坐在窗口下想，──默默的想。
I sat under the window without realizing, as my head was wrapped in thoughts... and lost in them.
嚴閉的心幕，慢慢的拉開了，湧出五年前的一個印象。──一條很長的古道。驢腳下的泥，兀自滑滑的。田溝裏的水，潺潺的流著。近村的綠樹，都籠在濕煙裏。弓兒似的新月，掛在樹梢。一邊走著，似乎道旁有一個孩子，抱著一堆燦白的東西。驢兒過去了，無意中回頭一看。──他抱著花兒，赤著腳兒，向著我微微的笑。
The sealed curtains in my heart slowly unveiled and a vague image from five years ago flooded – a long and old road. The mud was still slippery as the donkey treaded; the water in the field’s ditches was trickling by; the trees of the nearby village so green were clouded by mist with a crescent moon hanging above the crowns. As I walked along, I thought I saw a child by the side of the road, holding a bunch of things that are shining white. The donkey had already passed by, I looked by unintentionally – he was holding flowers in bare foot, smiling at me.
“這笑容又仿佛是哪兒看見過似的！”我仍是想——默默的想。
“This smile too, I have seen it before!” Thoughts continued to swirl... and I remained lost.
又現出一重心幕來，也慢慢的拉開了，湧出十年前的一個印象。──茅簷下的雨水，一滴一滴的落到衣上來。土階邊的水泡兒，泛來泛去的亂轉。門前的麥壟和葡萄架子，都濯得新黃嫩綠的非常鮮麗。──一會兒好容易雨晴了，連忙走下坡兒去。迎頭看見月兒從海面上來了，猛然記得有件東西忘下了，站住了，回過頭來。這茅屋裏的老婦人——她倚著門兒，抱著花兒，向著我微微的笑。
Another sealed curtain surfaced, it too, unveiled slowly, and a vague image from ten years ago flooded – raindrops dripped from the thatch onto my clothes. The tiny water bubbles by the earthen stairs were whirling all over the place; the wheat trail and grape rack in front of the door were both gleaming in vivid yellow and green, so colourful and beautiful. – After a while, the rain finally stopped, I hurried down the slope and saw the moon rising from the surface of the sea before me. Right then, I suddenly realized that I had left something behind. Immediately, I paused and looked back. The old lady inside the thatched cottage – she was leaning on the door, holding flowers, smiling at me.
這時心下光明澄靜，如登仙界，如歸故鄉。眼前浮現的三個笑容，一時融化在愛的調和裏看不分明了。
At this moment, my mind was clear and peaceful, as if I had entered the higher realm or that I was back in hometown. For a short period of time, the three smiles before my eyes had become indistinguishable as they melted in love as one.
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