今天，在留言板上，看到了飞梅弄晚先生的留言，文字中表达了对我的这篇叫作《石头，石头》的文字的厚爱，以及曾经对他产生过的人生影响。进入他的博客，我意外的看到了这篇文字的英译版。谢谢飞梅弄晚先生，使这篇拙劣的文字，能以另一种面目示人。

我的英文水平是极其有限的，我看不懂他译到了哪种程度。不管是否“信、 达、雅”，他的付出本身，已经是对这篇文字的最好褒奖。

再次感谢飞梅弄晚先生。

译文部分：

There will be no stone will be a life?
The casually kicked a stone will Hanteng, jigsaw puzzle in the Fangji under the stones are not life dark, winding road on a stone is not already own in the years to come老死? Will recognize stones, smashing your pain that is not a very long and you have formed a Yuanqiu, stone, there quietly watching your friends?

With a stone torrent run, it is not tired of living in a place away vagrants; a stone unprovoked manner, it is not in the form of well-being to come to you; a broken stone, it is not broken heart; a stone traveled back and forth, is it not pinpoint their location; hiding in the corner stone of inferiority is not always live, there are no tears stones, and for whom the tears flow?

A sharp rock edges and corners, for whom the fighters; a cobblestone multicolored texture, and For Whom charming; whom crumbled into a small sand fly in the air, and for whom we can make a rock and rain inactive; some years , who became the dating, in other years who became the new love; elderly who often pull off the hands of the young and Wenguo time for the smooth Who?

A stone, not in the life of the Qianling and desolate, their long silence is not in the performance of their huge Yinren and Tiantan; their proximity to a tree, is not the way people see the tree and talk; buried in the bush The one that is not a stone in the Recluse; stand in the family of Shan Jian, is not a stone in the Warriors; which a stone, and in this world doing most tenacious resistance which is a stone subjected to relentless secular exclusion ......

We look to people looking up a stone, the stone is a stone. Stones with their own vision of observation, the people are not also called rock? They used to man-made rock walls, the stone houses were locked up in the manner tripping lessons, in the eyes of stone, and is not a ridiculous one stone?

This world is not originally a stone in the world do. Dust and sand stone dust is not the juvenile, the clear river stones is not fun and the tears shed by green plants is not a rock fresh lover, the animals are not running stone and lively subjects? The stones for their own lives in humility and silence is to touch Who? Adhere to their own stone cold, who is to leave warmth? A stone awkward standing at the peak is hard to wait Who? An inverted stone lifetime in one place, in tightly hugged Who? A stone Dushou silence

And impulsive noise is to leave a stone ... who do not have their own hometown, who traveled home to the time lost;老死after stone will be turned into what it did not have clouds in the beautiful Ni shadow stones have their own happiness, the joy it is not high to hang in the trees; stones have sadness, it is not deeply buried in the bottom of the distressed? Is there a good scars forget the pain of the stones, is suffering from a new pain; Is there a strong stones, fell to climb up again, it is not there will be thinking of a stone in the quiet wisdom of doing thinking; Is there a Shasha stones, stones are all the Yijia Qianzhu singing - stones, stones ...

我的原文：

                                     石头，石头

                                              马德

    一块石头会不会有生命？

    随便踢的一块石头会不会喊疼，砌在房基下的石头是不是活得暗无天日，横亘在路面上的一块石头是不是早已在自己的岁月中老死？石头会不会认得人，砸痛你的那一块是不是很早就和你结下了怨仇，石头中，有没有默默注视着你的朋友？

    一块石头随洪流跑了，是不是厌倦了一个地方的生活而去流浪；一块石头无端端来了，是不是以福祉的形式为你降临；一块石头碎了，是不是它的心碎了；一块石头来回辗转，是不是还没有找准自己的位置；躲在角落里的石头，是不是一直自卑地活着，石头有没有泪水，它的泪水为谁而流？

    一块石头锋利的棱角，为谁而闪现；一块鹅卵石五彩的纹理，为谁而妩媚；为谁碎成一粒细小的砂石在空中飞舞，又为谁凝聚成一块磐石而风雨不动；一些岁月里成了谁的旧爱，在另一些岁月里又成了谁的新欢；年迈的时候挽过谁的手，年轻的时候又吻过谁光洁的额？

    一块石头，有没有生命中的凄冷与悲凉，它们长久的沉默是不是在表现着它们巨大的隐忍与恬淡；它们靠近一棵树，是不是以人看不见的方式与树倾诉；埋没在草丛中的那一块，是不是石头中的隐者；挺立在山尖上那一簇，是不是石头中的勇士；哪一块石头，在与这个世界做着最顽强的抵抗；又是哪一块石头，遭受着世俗无情的排挤……

    我们以人的眼光打量石头，管石头叫石头。石头以自己的眼光观测人，是不是也把人叫作石头？它们用石头墙把人圈起来，用石头房子把人关起来，以绊倒人的方式教训人，在石头的眼中，人是不是一块又一块可笑的石头？

    这个世界是不是原本就是一个石头的世界呢。尘埃和沙子是不是石头飞扬的幼年，清清河水是不是石头缤纷的眼泪，绿色植物是不是石头鲜嫩的情人，奔跑的动物是不是石头活泼的子民？

石头把自己的生命安排得谦恭而又沉默，是要触动谁？石头坚守着自己的冰冷，是要把温暖留给谁？一块石头突兀地站在峰顶，是在苦苦地等待谁？一块石头一辈子倒在一个地方，是在紧紧地拥抱谁？一块石头独守寂静，是要把喧嚣和浮躁留给谁……

石头有没有自己的故乡，谁在辗转的时候把故乡丢了；石头老死之后会化成什么，云彩中有没有它美丽的霓影；石头有没有自己的欢乐，它是不是把欢乐高高地挂在树上；石头有没有忧伤，它是不是把忧伤深埋在谷底？

    是不是有一块好了伤疤忘了痛的石头，正在遭受着新的创痛；是不是有一块坚强的石头，跌倒了又重新爬起来；是不是有一块会思想的石头，在静默中做着睿智的思考；是不是有一块傻傻的石头，正在牵住所有石头的衣角高唱——石头，石头……

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