第二章 幽灵与老人的对话：爱是永恒 2
幽灵：
“奔赴朝鲜冰雪的山野，
战火硝烟里重逢。
多事之秋的时代，
别离与企盼，
磨砺心灵；
结婚生子欣喜时，
厄运骤然降临。
多少悲喜多少哀怨，
构筑你我的历史年轮。”
杨牧云
“东风年华，
流水天涯，
所有的岁月都已变成，
一篇虚幻的神话。
桃李春风一杯酒
江湖夜雨十年灯
任它天光云锦，
繁花绿茵，
经不起风雨交加，
在政治神話的晕眩里
一颗颗烂漫童心，
终于纷纷落入风尘。”
“往日的一切，
都是过眼烟云。
少年时的聪慧英气，
军营中的友爱情怀，
梦幻与理想，
青春与战火，
山风与海涛，
尘埃与流浪，
都已止息。
“可笑啊，
不幸的我
从坟墓醒来，
满头白雪皑皑；
分明阴阳阻隔，
生死两个世界。
“唉,今夜相见，
我们早已青春不再；
何为革命？
何为爱情？
你纵有生花妙笔
能将这个谜底揭开？”
…… ……
夜雾漫漫。
落叶纷纷。
所有乌云般的悲欢，
都已随风飘散。
亲爱的朋友，
两个主人公的对话，
你们已经听清，
古人曾说——
万里因循成久客，
一年容易又秋风。
河水唱着哀歌流去了，
群山满怀依依之情。
战争岁月的往事，
在峰峦中屹立。
那热流滚滚的历史，
翻卷一页奇特的碑文。
老记者曹牧云，
从海外归来探亲；
陪同战友、爱妻
杨艺萍的幽灵，
随着爱神指引，
正无怨无悔地走向——
那场编织青春梦幻的战争。
2010-10-9，改于悉尼
A dialogue about the eternal love
Between the ghost and an old man（the second of chapter two）
She-shadow：
“Hasten
To go to the Korean
Used the foot through the icy-snowy Mountains ruined rice fields over the life of war; drawing hot breath in suns
Sinking for encountering victory: the age of meddled seasons
When parted and then standing on tiptoes.
Age is of the body, in the mind lies youth.
The days when getting married and then
Having a baby born;
Blue air soars too high downing into the eerily -black skies.
Strong to be a soldier,
But unprepared for such soul's pain-shocks;
That has formed our historic growth rings.”
Yang Mu-Yun:
“The days when the east-wind blows the peach and pear blooms
And the spring wind carries streams' `Ding-Dong endless;
There in the sun the frigid threads of doubt and dark we ignore,
And the signal moon is zero in shared voids.
That is just as a false fairy tale. Only a cup of win's true words divide night-rains and sunny water-ripples
With fairy lamplight decade-long;
No matter the cloud-colored in the sunset of Chinese tea’s brown
And the flourishing golden-yellow blossoms and rich greenness,
They would pale beside the windy-rains' storm.
A political mythology
Settled down on the rapt brain; the brain yielded.
The pulse of spring-boys in the ice like the rustle leaves chased by dusty-wind.”
She-shadow:
Whole the past
The word that you lost will ask who-said?
As Clouds faded and the smoky gone like black flowing hair.
The days when the boys in spring fresh with their comrade-heart,
Idealism with dreaming wings in army camp there,
Then youthhood bearing the war-fire
Like the chill-mountain winds approach sea-waves,
They long roam about, and then dead rest.
“now with laughter, ruined l
In a quiet sector of a quiet world—
I wake in the grave. The hairs snowy-white of l
Surely out the living world
And，be a death- holder breathing dead.
“Should sigh, for tonight we meet, our days are gone;
Not any more crossed with blood cross.
What is the rheumy meaning of the Revolution?
And the core of true love is?
Eerily there is a laugh in every corner. But even
A blooming-pen in your hands,
With vacant lips the solutions of the puzzles still unknown.
…… ……
Night-fogs flowing,
The leaves fall rustling;
Sorrows and joys as the thick-clouding
That goes with the wind.
There are the ears dear around the world,
Hear the dialogues of the two lovers.
——a wise ancient poet said:
“At that time used to be through thousands of mils at easy,
But years gone，now at the relic -top the autumn wind
Blows so chill”.
The river runs in a sorrowful song and her echoes
Leave for the rows of mountains rose from a broad alluvial valley.
The past things of the war-time take their souls
Float over the hill-tops.
Remind that the roaring waves move
Like the hot history of living or dead runs a page of the epigraph.
The old man was a correspondent in the Korean War,
Comes from oversea to visit his comrade-wife and
Lover Yang Yi-Pin, She-Shadow,
Guided by Cupid and both fully-hearted
Plunge into their war, which had
The red-flags fly over the dreaming mouthiness-youth.
(The end)
语法解释与词语注释：(略) 17/07/2019
