散文：WinterNight冬夜-艾蕪（雙語(yǔ)）
It was a cold winter night. The street was deserted. I stood alone under a tree with an entanglement of bare branches overhead, waiting for the last bus to arrive. A few paces off in the darkness there was a shadowy figure squatting against the wall, but tie turned out to be a tramp. The street was lined with fine houses, their illuminated windows beaming quietly towards the dark blue sky. It was icy cold with a gust of strong wired howling around. A couple of withered leaves, still clinging to the branches, rustled mournfully from time to tithe. The shadowy figure, taking a copper coin from me with thanks, straightened up to attempt a conversation with me.那蹲著的黑影，接了我的一枚銅板，就高興地站起來向我搭話，一面抱怨著天氣：“真冷呀，再?zèng)]有比這里更冷了!……先生，你說是不是?”
"It's really cold here," he complained. "It couldn't be colder anywhere else ....What do you think, sir?"看見他并不是個(gè)討厭的老頭子，便也高興地說道：“鄉(xiāng)下怕更要冷些吧?”
Seeing that he was not too nasty an old man, I readily responded: "It must he colder in the country, I'm afraid.”“不，不。”他接著咳嗽起來，要吐出的話，塞在喉管里了。
"No, no," he disagreed and began to cough, his words stuck up in his throat.我說：“為什么?你看見一下霜，鄉(xiāng)下的房屋和田野，便在早上白了起來，街上卻一點(diǎn)也看不見。”
"Why?" I asked. "In the country when it frosts, you always find the roofs and the fields turning white in the morning, but you don't see that here on the streets.”他捶了幾下胸口之后，興奮地接著說道：“是的，是的……鄉(xiāng)下冷，你往人家門前的稻草堆上一鉆就暖了哪……這街上，哼，鬼地方!……還有那些山里呵，比鄉(xiāng)下更冷哩，咳，那才好哪!火燒一大堆，大大小小一家人，鬧熱呀!……”
He patted his chest to ease off his coughing and went on excitedly: "True, true... it's cold in the country, but when you get into somebody's straw stack, you are warm again at once.... But this street, humm, what a terrible place! In the mountains, it's even colder, but when they have a fire in the house with the whole family sitting around it, wow, it's heaven!"接著他便說到壯年之日，在南方那些山中冬夜走路的事情。一個(gè)人的漂泊生活，我是喜歡打聽的，同時(shí)車又沒有馳來.便慫思他說了下去。他說晚上在那些山里，只要你是一個(gè)正派的人，就可以朝燈火人家一直走去，迎著犬聲，敞開樹陰下的柴門，大膽地闖進(jìn)。對(duì)著火堆周圍的人們，不管他男的女的，用
Then he began to relate to me the adventures of his younger days-travelling alone in winter nights through the mountains in the south. As I was interested in stories about wanderers and since the bus had not arrived yet, I encouraged him to go on.兩手向他們兩肩頭一分，就把你帶著風(fēng)寒露濕的身子，輕輕地放了進(jìn)去。燒山芋和熱茶的香味，便一下子撲人你的鼻子。抬頭看，四周閃著微笑的眼睛，歡迎著，毫沒有怪你唐突的神情。你剛開口說由哪兒來的時(shí)候，一杯很熱的濃茶，就遞在你的下巴邊上。老太婆盼咐她的孫女，快把火撥大些，多添點(diǎn)子柴，說是客人要烘吸他的身子;你暖和了，還不覺得疲倦的話，你可以摸摸小孩子的下巴，擰擰他們的臉蛋，做一點(diǎn)奇怪的樣子，給他們嬉笑。年輕的媽媽，一高興了，便會(huì)慫恿他的孩子把拿著要吃的燒山芋，分開一半，放在你這位客人的手上。如果你要在他們家過夜，他們的招待，就更來得殷勤些。倘若歇一會(huì)，暖暖身子，還要朝前趕路，一出柴門，還可聽見一片歡送的聲音：“轉(zhuǎn)來時(shí)，請(qǐng)來玩呀!”老頭子講著講著，給冷風(fēng)一吹，便又咳嗽起來，我聽得冷都忘記了，突然老頭子忘形地拉著我問道：
"When you end up in the mountains at night," he said, "and if you are a decent person, you can always turn to the place where there is a light flickering and a dog harking. You push open the bramble gate under the shade and walk in without hesitation. Part the people, men or women, around the fire with your hands and you bring yourself -- a cold and wet man with dew-among them. Immediately your nose is filled with the aroma of hot tea and roast sweet potatoes. When you look round you see friendly faces smiling at you; there is no hint of anything like blame for what elsewhere might be considered as brusqueness. Scarcely have you begun to tell them where you come from when a cup of hot and strong tea is handed over to you. Grandma will tell her granddaughter to feed the fire with more wood, saying that the guest needs more beat to warm up. When you are recovered from cold and fatigue, you tend to tease the baby, stroking his chin, giving a gentle pinch to his cheek or making a face to provoke him to gurgle. He delighted young mother will encourage her baby to share his sweet potato with you. The baby will then break it in two and thrust one half into your hand. If you intend to stay overnight, you will be entertained with all possible hospitality. If you've just dropped in to warm up and then go on your way, they will see you off at the gate, saying 'Please do drop in on us again on your way back, ' "In the middle of his babbling another gust of wind brushed by and the old man began to cough again. I was so intrigued by his story that I did not feel the cold any more. Suddenly he grabbed my hand, forgetting that we were strangers, and asked:
“先生，這到底是什么原因哪?……這里的人家，火堆一定燒得多的，看窗子多么亮哪……他們?yōu)槭裁床粶?zhǔn)一個(gè)異鄉(xiāng)人進(jìn)去烤烤手哩?”
"Sir, could you tell me why the people here even do not allow a countryman in to warm his hands? They must've got bigger fires in their houses- Look at their bright windows. . . "搭客汽車從遠(yuǎn)處轟轟地馳來了，我趕忙擺他的手，高聲說道：
The bus came rumbling up. Withdrawing my hand from his, I answered at the top of my voice“因?yàn)樗麄兪俏拿鞯娜?，不像那些山里?hellip;…”
"Because they are more civilized than the mountain people. . . "再跳進(jìn)通明的汽車?yán)铮嚨仉x開他了。但遠(yuǎn)的南國(guó)山中，小小的燈火人家里面，那些豐美的醉人的溫暖，卻留在我的冬夜的胸中了。
With that I jumped onto the brightly-lit bus which started moving on, leaving the old man behind. But the little houses with flickering oil lamps in the remote mountains and the intoxicating warmth and friendliness of their inhabitants left a deep impress on my memory.
