周六大刮寒风的时候,我带孩子们出去散步,一出门就看见头顶的天空变成了天主教教堂加大版的屋顶,壮丽诡谲,阴阳相会:一半挂着蓝天艳阳,一半铅云滚滚,耳边的大风呼啸着松涛声,像一万辆法拉利打开了引擎。风吹得连地面都是微微震动的。孩子们有点着迷,又有点怕,正不知该往前走还是转身回家,突然一阵舒爽轻盈的小冰雹从天而降,在耀眼的阳光里,每一颗都像钻石般闪亮,在狂风里摇摆,上下左右,像“喝好”了一样,我女儿圆圆兴奋地仰着头大叫:“The devil is meeting his wife!(魔鬼会妻!)” 我儿子方方也呼啸地骑着他的滑板车,学狂风里小冰雹的样子快活地划弧线。
“魔鬼会妻”,西谚中的太阳雨,也叫“The devil is beating his wife.(魔鬼殴妻)”,好热闹、好没礼貌的一个说法啊。我暗暗感叹。这个母亲节的周末,老天下了一场晴空艳阳里的小冰雹,表演了一场壮丽的节日秀。
我想,也许母亲节其中一个含义,就是要纪念“女性无边无际的苦难”这个事实吧。《四部曲》里莉拉作为一个母亲的遭遇,也让我想起美国著名的女权主义者露丝·金斯伯格(Ruth Bader Ginsburg)大法官的话:“我不要求因我的性别给予我特殊照顾,我要求的是兄弟们将他们的脚,从我们的脖子上拿开。(I ask no favor for my sex. All I ask of our brethren is that they take their feet off our necks.)” 金斯伯格这句话,我本人也是直到做了母亲以后,才真正明白。
母亲节快乐! 这一天,我们会坐下来,感恩母亲为我们所做的一切,她们所牺牲的一切。我们中的大部分人,都有伟大的母亲,但有些人,跟他们自身的不幸一样,有一个糟糕的母亲。总之,让我们把这特定的一天,献给我们的母亲。 我给妈妈画了一幅画,加上这篇日记,作为母亲节的礼物。 亲爱的妈妈: 谢谢你总是支持我,给予我所需要的鼓励。说真的,谢谢你做你自己。 我无法表达我有多么爱你。我如此幸运,有一位了不起的妈妈。 有时候,你会为我读一本书,有时候,我会为你读一本书。我们经常谈论一些只有彼此才能理解的话题。 再次感谢,你是一位了不起的妈妈。你创造的快乐记忆,将陪伴我终生。 和你一起阅读,使我对阅读本身赞赏有加。我期盼我们哪一天还能如此。 我希望,对你来说,我是一个足够好的女儿。如果不是,请告诉我哪里做错了。我努力想让你开心,可是我觉得你没有领会到。 我好奇,你是否接受真正的我。 目前为止,你好像是接受的,但人生是一场幻觉。 人生只是甜蜜版的死亡。 我理解错了吗?还是说人生是一个美丽的谎言,死亡是一个痛苦的真理? 神会领着我们走向真理,这也是为什么没有人是完美的原因。我们所有人都希望听到我们想听的,那就是我们将和所爱的人一起永生。但那不是现实。 现实是残酷的,我们需要知道这一点。 人生从来不是一条平坦的路,而是一座崎岖的山。 你帮助我向上攀登。 我对你的爱,超乎你的想象。没有你,我将跌落谷底,再也无法爬起。 当我们直面真理,我们会明白,不管相隔多远,我们将永远在一起。 我们的精神,紧紧相互缠绕。 如果我们不能自己另铺一条路,我们就绕着它走。如果我们不能绕着它走,我们就跨过它。如果我们不能跨过它,我们就一同走在这条崎岖之路上,我扶着你,你扶着我。 当我们抵达顶峰,我们会清楚地看见真理。 我们将永远在一起。 我爱你。 ——圆圆 翻译:多多姐姐 原文: Happy Mother’s Day! A day where we sit down and appreciate the things our mothers did for us. All the sacrifices they made. Most of us have great mothers, but some people, as unlucky as they are, have worse ones. So we take a day dedicated to our mothers. I’m drawing her a picture, and this Journal entry for Mother’s Day. Dear mother: Thank you for always supporting me, giving me encouragement when I need it, and honestly, just being you. I can’t express how much I love you. It’s a blessing that I have a great mother. You would sometimes read a book to me, sometimes I would read a book to you, and we would talk about things that only each other would understand. Thank you again for being a great mother. You created happy memories that will last with me forever. Reading with you gave me a lot of good thing to say about reading. I wish we could do it again someday. I hope that I am a good enough daughter for you, and if not, please tell me what I did wrong. I try to make you happy, but I don’t think you understand that. I wonder if you accept who I am. So far, it seems you do, but life is an illusion. Life is just a sweeter form of death. Am I understanding it wrong? Or is life just a beautiful lie, and death a painful truth? God is to guide us until the truth, but this is why nobody is perfect. We all want to keep hearing what we want to hear, that we’ll live forever, with everyone we love. But that isn’t reality. Reality is harsh, and we need to know that. Life is never a smooth road, it’s a rocky hill. You are helping me walk up. I love you more than you can ever imagine. Without you, I’’ll tumble down, and never get back up. As we face the truth, we’ll see that we’ll always be together, no matter how far apart. We are entwined in spirit. If we can’t pave a road ourselves, we’ll walk around it. If we can’t walk around it, we’ll go over it. If we can’t go over it, we’ll walk on it, together. I help you, you help me. Once we reach the top, we can see the truth clearly. We’ll always be together. I love you. —— YuanYuan