《 夏家湖 》---- 雷諾阿 （A）

有星空的夜晚不是很多，一半一半。總是這樣。

前日還是大大的月圓---又亮又近，巨大無比。今日就是四下裏卻黑，赤手不見五指。要不是路燈、街燈、窗亮，你不知道身在何處。頭上是黑色，腳下是黑暗，左右還是黑黢黢的，一點意思都沒有。你在黑暗中行進---就是常常踩到空，踩到無，無有。

 

   我躺在床上，眼睛巨額痛。碳素鉛筆從手中掉落在地板上，然後滾行。

 

濕寒晨曦，雲朵飛逝，我半醒半睡。鳥兒的啼鳴與身體的痛與傷害一並的存在於我的周圍。空間與時間交替在星期日的曾經是美麗的時光。

 

大田上的河北的農民，在與我揮手。他們不緊不慢---或站、或蹲、或躺在田地深處。雲、煙雲、煙草的輕霧繚繞在他們的頭頂。北京冬日的暖日頭四散在大田的所有方向。

 

中午，飯後---車間的南牆一字排開，都在曬老陽。雷諾阿時常從我的思緒中跳出。雷諾阿不會焊接。他什麽都不會。這是他自己說的。他隻會從家走到畫室，在拉瓦昂街口買一包煙草。日落時分原路返回。

 

傍晚，日落時分，我與同學、師傅們在工廠的車場排隊等待班車。這是五路公共汽車的專項服務。太陽希美如畫。柳絮飛花，飛揚。我開始有了青春的萌動。有位女同學投來的眼光開始有女性的柔媚、美麗述說。我沒有要做的事情。就是乘車回家。然後吃飯，軍隊食堂的香香飯菜。畫畫、睡覺。之後，原路返回，再觀賞大田、公駱、日落。而淮河大堤上的平淡一直跟隨者我。---那些已經的經曆，故事，篇章，情感，不平靜的，我的，我們的---。。。

 

There are not many nights with starry sky, half and half. always like this.

The day before yesterday was still a big full moon---bright and close, huge. Today is all around but it is dark, with bare hands to see the five fingers. If it weren't for street lights, street lights, and windows, you wouldn't know where you were. The head is black, the feet are dark, and the left and right sides are still black, which is meaningless. You travel in the dark---that is, you often step on the void, step on nothing, nothing.

 

   I was lying on the bed with huge pain in my eyes. The carbon pencil fell from his hand to the floor and rolled.

 

In the damp and cold morning, the clouds fly by, and I am half awake and half asleep. The cry of birds and the pain and injury of the body exist all around me. The alternation of space and time used to be a beautiful time on Sunday.

 

Farmers from Hebei in the field, waving at me. They are not hurried or slow-standing, squatting, or lying deep in the field. Clouds, smoke clouds, and a mist of tobacco hovered above their heads. The warm winter sun in Beijing was scattered in all directions in Daejeon.

 

At noon, after dinner---the south wall of the workshop is lined up, all in the sun. Renoir often jumps out of my thoughts. Renoir can't weld. He knows nothing. This is what he said himself. He would only walk from home to the studio and buy a pack of tobacco at the corner of Lavaang Street. Return on the same road at sunset.

 

In the evening, at sunset, my classmates and masters lined up in the factory's parking lot for the shuttle bus. This is a special service of No. 5 bus. The sun is beautiful and picturesque. The catkins are flying and flying. I began to have the sprouting of youth. The eyes cast by a female classmate began to describe the femininity and beauty of women. I have nothing to do. Just go home by car. Then eat, the fragrant food in the army cafeteria. Painting and sleeping. After that, return to the original road and watch Daejeon, Gongluo and sunset. The dullness on the Huaihe embankment has always followed me. ---Those past experiences, stories, chapters, emotions, restless, mine, ours---. . .

 

《 夏家湖 》---- 雷諾阿 A