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叶子的心事 2012-06-05 19:28:58

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最近读到一本书 ,书中提到关于两片叶子的故事。作者说,“我不知道这两片叶使您想起了什么,它们使我想起了人,想起了那些相爱的情人,结婚的爱人以及还在互相寻找中的男人女人。有时他们中的一个像叫奥勒的那片叶子一样,独自一个先离去了,留下另一个任凭生活的风雨肆意地摆布。有时我想这个世界上一个心灵无法真正地帮助另一个心灵,就像两片叶子一样。心灵是那么独立和神秘,以至于另一个心灵难以接近。”

每一片叶子只能多么孤单地生活在树上。虽然树上的叶子很多,森林里有很多树。可是触目所及的叶子也只有那么有限的几片。偶尔藉着风,藉着雨,接住了另一片叶子的眼泪,也只能遥遥地叹息一声。偶有幸运的叶子,幸运地在有限的范围里碰到了爱她并被她所爱的叶子,那是三生三世的等待与修行。然而即使如此地深深相爱,也只能近在咫尺,脉脉相望。偶尔凭借着风力,轻轻地触碰到对方,那已经是多么可遇而不可求的心灵震颤了。没有一片叶子可以真正进入另一片叶子的叶脉。至于那些纠纠缠缠的叶脉的心事,永远属于叶子自己,无人,无叶可以分担。而每一片叶子也只能面对属于自己的狂风骤雨,秋霜冬雪,虫害病痛,直至最后飘离树木,走向生命的终结。在这些永恒的法则面前,爱情无能为力,爱人亦爱莫能助。

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我的目光抚过那些碧绿的叶子,这是一些油绿肥厚的叶子,可是,我想,这将是一株永不开花的兰花草。一,二,三,四,五,六,七片,一侧已经是 7片了, 而另一侧的第8片新绿正在悄悄地绽放。传说中的兰花草只要一侧有六片叶子就可以开花了,而传说中胡适先生“朝朝频顾惜,夜夜不相忘”的兰花草却总是“苞也无一个”。我的脑子里反复哼唱着那首《兰花草》,这已经成了一个固定模式,这几年只要浇花浇到这颗兰花草,那些旋律和歌词就会在脑海里出现,赶也赶不走。我想,这首歌已经随着那些水流入了那些叶子,渗入了那些叶脉。她们一定记住了“苞也无一个”,她们一定坚持了自己的等待。于是,那些叶子在经年的等待中沉重地绿着,我在叶脉中读出了疲惫。有些花永不会绽放。

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我的手指滑过叶子形状项链的冰冷叶脉,脑海里迅速飘过那句歌词 “叶子是不会飞翔的翅膀,翅膀是落在天上的叶子”,好吧,这将是停留在我胸前的翅膀。那么纤细的缠缠绵绵的叶脉,在金属的演绎下,闪烁着冷静的光,而叶的心事就在这光里被铸成了永恒,那些隐秘的飞翔的心事也随之沉淀成了永恒。谁说叶子不会飞翔,我想,一定有一片叶子,等待了一生一世,只为能够在秋风中离开树枝的牵绊,成为飞翔的翅膀,然后笑着投入大地的怀抱。我这个想法有点儿傻,我不是叶子,可我相信有和我一样傻的叶子。一定会有的,不然怎么会有一片这样的叶子,肯把自己飞翔的愿望写在脸上,把它的心事挂在我的胸前呢?




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奥勒和特露法    ——两片树叶的故事   艾萨克·辛格      裘克安 译
     

森林很大,密密地长了树,有各种各样的叶子。时间是 11月,往年这时候天已经冷了,也许还下了雪,可是今年11月天气还比较暖和。夜晚天凉,刮起风,但是早晨太阳一出,天又变暖了。你会以为还是夏天,不过整个森林的地上已经铺满了落叶,有的橘黄像番红花,有的艳如红酒,有的金闪闪,有的五彩斑驳。树叶是被风、被雨刮下来的,有的在白天,有的在夜晚,它们给森林铺了一张厚厚的地毯。虽然叶浆已经干了,叶子仍旧发出清香。太阳穿过活着的枝条照在落叶上,经过秋天的风雨而存活下来的虫子和蝇子爬在落叶上。落叶下面的空隙给蟋蟀、田鼠和其他许多寻求泥土保护的活物提供了藏身之处。那些冬天不迁徙到热带去而呆在这里的鸟雀,在光秃秃的树枝上栖息。其中有麻雀,它们身体很小,然而天生很勇敢,而且经过几千代积累了经验。它们跳呀叫呀,搜寻着森林在这个季节提供的食物。最近几星期来,许许多多有翅和无翅的虫子死去了,但是谁也没有哀悼它们的逝去。上帝造的活物知道,死亡只是生命的一个阶段。春天来时,森林会再度长满翠绿的草叶、灿烂的花朵。候鸟会从远方归来,找到它们遗弃过的巢穴。即使巢穴被风雨损坏了,修复也很容易。  在一棵几乎掉完叶子的树的梢头,还留着两片树叶。一片叫奥勒,一片叫特露法。奥勒和特露法长在同一枝树杈上。它们长在树梢,因此能得到充足的阳光。不知道为什么,奥勒和特露法经受住了风雨和料峭的夜寒,仍旧挂在那枝头。谁知道为什么一片树叶掉落,而另一片树叶却留下呢?可是奥勒和特露法相信,问题的答案在于他俩相互间深厚的爱情。奥勒比特露法略为大些,也比她年长几天,但是特露法更漂亮、更柔弱。当风吹、雨打、雹子从天而降的时候,一片树叶能帮另一片树叶什么忙呢?即便在夏天,有时也有叶子会脱落,何况秋冬一来,更没有办法了。虽然如此,奥勒还是找一切机会来鼓舞特露法。当最猛烈的暴风雨来临,雷劈,电闪,风不但刮走叶子而且折断枝桠时,奥勒恳切地对特露法说:“坚持,特露法!用你的全力坚持呀!”   有时在寒冷和刮风的夜晚,特露法泣诉道:“奥勒,我的日子到了,不过你可要坚持呀!”   奥勒反问道:“那为什么?没有你,我的生命还有什么意义?如果你掉落,我要和你一起掉落。”   “不,奥勒,不要这样!一片树叶只要还能挂着,它就不能撒手。”   奥勒回答道:“那全看你是不是和我一起留下。白天我瞧着你,爱慕着你的美丽。夜晚我闻见你的香气。不,我绝不愿意留下做一棵树上最后一片孤独的叶子!”   特露法说:“奥勒,你的话真甜蜜,但这不是真话。你明明知道,我已经不再漂亮了。看,我有多少皱纹啊!我的汁液全都干了,我在鸟儿面前感到羞愧,它们的眼神充满了对我的怜悯。有时我觉得它们像在嘲笑我变得这样枯萎,我已经失去了一切,只剩下一样东西——我对你的爱情。”   奥勒说:“这不够了吗?爱情是最高的,最美的。只要我们彼此相爱,我们就会呆在这里,任何风暴都不能摧毁我们。特露法,让我告诉你,我从不曾像现在这样深切地爱你。”   “为什么,为什么,奥勒?我全都变黄了。”   “谁说绿色才美,黄色不美呢?所有的颜色都一样美丽。”   奥勒正讲这个话的时候,特露法几个月来一直担心的事情发生了。一阵风吹来,把奥勒从树枝上撕脱了。特露法开始颤摇,看来她自己也快扯掉了,但是她还牢挂着。她看见奥勒落下去,在空中摇晃,她用树枝的语言对他呼喊:“奥勒!回来!奥勒!奥勒!”   可是她的话还没喊完,奥勒已经不见了。他同地上旁的树叶混杂在一起,分不清了,剩下特露法孤零零地挂在树上。   白天未尽的时候,特露法还勉强忍住了悲哀。但是天黑下来,冷雨开始滴落,她就陷入极度的悲痛中了。她把所有树叶的苦楚全都责怪到树的身上,这粗大的树干和强劲的树枝。叶子掉了,树干却又高又粗地挺立着,牢牢地扎根在地里。风呀,雷呀,雹呀,都对它无可奈何。对于这大概永生的树来说,一片树叶的命运有什么关系呢?在特露法看来,树干是和上帝一样。它用树叶遮体几个月,然后又把树叶抖落。它用汁液滋养了树叶,然后又让树叶干渴而死去。特露法哀求树干把奥勒还给她,叫夏天回来,但是树干听不见,或者是不听她的祈求……   特露法没有想到,一个夜晚会有这么长,这么黑,这么冷。她对奥勒诉说,盼望着回答,但是奥勒没有回音,没有一点表示他还存在的迹象。   特露法对树说:“你既然从我这里夺走了奥勒,那就把我也带走吧。”   但连这个请求,树干也不理睬。   过了一会儿,特露法迷糊了过去。这不是睡眠,而是一种奇怪的倦怠。特露法醒来,惊异地发现自己已经不再挂在树上。在她睡着的时候,风已经把她刮下来了。这次的感觉,和往常日出时她在树上的感觉不同,她所有的恐惧和忧虑现在全都消失了。  这次觉醒也带来了一种她从未有过的意识。现在她意识到,自己不只是一片仰风的鼻息的叶子,而且成了宇宙的一部分。她不再是渺小的、纤弱的、短暂的过客,而成了永恒的一部分。借助某种神秘的力量,特露法懂得了自己的分子、原子、质子和电子的奇迹,懂得了自己所代表的巨大能量,懂得了包括自己在内的天设的计划。在她旁边躺着奥勒,他们重逢时彼此产生着一种过去未曾感受过的爱。这不是依赖于巧合或情绪突变的爱,而是一种像宇宙本身一样宏大和永存的爱。从4月到11月,他们日夜担心发生的东西,却原来不是死亡,而是得救。一阵微风吹来,把奥勒和特露法吹起,他们在幸福的情绪中冉冉升起,只有那些解放了自己,并同永恒融合在一起的,才感受得到这样的幸福。

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作者:Elwyen 留言时间:2012-06-06 16:57:51
很感人的故事,现在很难看到这种诗意的童话了,谢博主分享。
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作者:影子的声音 留言时间:2012-06-06 13:30:24
The story of two leaves
By Isaac Bashevis Singer

The forest was large and thick overgrown with all kinds of leaf-bearing trees. Usually , It is cold this time of year and it even happens that it snows, but this November was. You might relatively warm have thought it was summer except that the whole forest was strewn with fallen leaves-some yellow as saffron, some red as wine ,some the color of gold and some of mixed color. The leaves had been torn down by the rain, by the wind, some by days, some at night, and they now formed a deep carpet over the forest floor. Although their juices had run dry, the leaves still exuded a pleasant aroma. The sun shone down on them through the living branches, and worms and flies which had somehow survived the autumn storms crawled over them. The space beneath the leaves provided hiding places for crickets, field mice and many other creatures who sought protection in the earth.

On the tip of a tree which had lost all its other leaves, two still remained hanging from one twig: Ole and Trufa. For some reason unknown to them, Ole and Trufa had survived all the rains, all the cold nights and winds. Who knows the reason one leaf falls and another remains? But Ole and Trufa believed the answer lay in the great love they bore one another. Ole was slightly bigger than Trufa and a few days older, but Trufa was prettier and more delicate. One leaf can do little for another when the wind blows, the rain pours, or the hail begins to fall. Still, Ole encouraged Trufa at every opportunity. During the worst storms, when the thunder clapped, the lightning flashed and the wind tore off not only leaves but even whole branches, Ole pleaded with Trufa:” Hang on, Trufa! Hand on with all your might!”

At times during cold and stormy nights, Trufa would complain:” My time had come, Ole, but you hand on!”

“What for?” Ole asked. “Without you, my life is senseless. If you fall, I’ll fall with you.”

“No, Ole, don’t do it! So long as a leaf can stay up it mustn’t let go.”

“It all depends if you stay with me,” Ole replied. “By day I look at you and admire your beauty. At night I sense your fragrance. Be the only leaf on tree? No never!?

“Ole, your words are so sweet but they’re not true,” Trufa said, “you know very well that I’m no longer pretty. Look how wrinkled I am, how shriveled I’ve become! Only one thing is still left me-my love for you.”

“Isn’t that enough? Of all our powers love the highest, the finest,” Ole said, “So long as we love each other we remain here, and no wind, rain or storm can destroy us, I’ll tell you something, Trufa-I never loved you as much as I love you now.”

“Why, Ole? Why? I’m all yellow.”

“Who says green is pretty and yellow is not? All colors are equally handsome.”

And just as Ole spoke these words, that which Trufa had feared all these months happened-a wind came up and tore Ole loose from the twig. Trufa began to tremble and flutter until it seemed that she, too, would soon be torn away, but she held fast. She saw Ole fall and sway in the air, and she called to him in leafy language: “Ole! Come back! Ole! Ole!”

But before she could even finish, Ole vanished from sight. He blended in with the other leaves on the ground, and Trufa was left all alone on the tree.

So long as it was still day, Trufa managed somehow to endure her grief. But when it grew dark and cold and a piercing rain began to fall, she sank into despair. Somehow she felt that the blame for all the leafy misfortunes lay with the tree, the trunk with all its mighty limbs. Leaves fell, but the trunk stood tall, thick and firmly rooted in the ground. No wind, rain or hail could upset it. What did it matter to a tree, which probably lived forever, what become of a leaf? To Trufa, the trunk was a kind of god. It covered itself with leaves for a few months, then it shook them off. It nourished them with its sap for as long as it pleased, then it let them die of thirst. Trufa pleaded with the tree to give her back her Ole, to make it summer again, but the tree didn’t heed her prayers.

Trufa didn’t think a night could be so long as this one-so dark, so frosty. She spoke to Ole and hoped for an answer, but Ole was silent and gave no sign of his presence.

Trufa said to the tree: “Since you’ve taken Ole from me, take me too.”

But even this prayer the tree didn’t acknowledge.

After a while, Trufa dozed off. This wasn’t sleep but a strange languor. Trufa awoke and to her amazement found that she was no longer handing on the tree. The wind had blown her down while she was asleep. This was different from the way she used to feel when she awoke on the tree with the sunrise. All her fears and anxieties had now vanished . The awakening also brought with it an awareness she had never felt before. She knew now that she wasn’t just a leaf that depended on every whim of the wind, but that she was part of the universe. Through some mysterious force, Trufa understood the miracle of her molecules, atoms, protons and electrons-the enormous energy she represented and the divine plan of which she was a part.

Next to her lay Ole, and they greeted each other with a love they hadn’t been aware of before. This wasn’t a love that depended on chance or caprice, but a love as mighty and eternal as the universe itself. That which they had feared all the days and nights between April and November turned out to be not death but redemption. A breeze came and lifted Ole and Trufa in the air and they soared with the bliss known only those who have freed themselves and have joined with eternity.
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作者:影子的声音 留言时间:2012-06-06 13:20:56
同好,握手!:-)

是,小小的一篇短文,可以让人想很多,关于生命,关于爱情,关于婚姻,关于孤独......
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作者:kiwibear 留言时间:2012-06-05 22:02:19
想不到,碰到喜欢同一篇文章的人。我当年是在英文的刊物上看到这篇文章的,非常喜欢。
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