Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Taste of the Sun




When the air was cool and moist,
And everyone was in sound sleep,
I was already in somewhere else,
Somewhere up, up on hill.

While waiting, I threw myself
into a dilemma on a foreign hill:
If I could keep the night,
Would I let the day to take it all away?

In the darkest hour,
We, are equal, because
we,
Hardly can see each other's color.

Then I stopped and gazed beyond.
That infantile brightness shines through
the passage to my inner self,
Feeds my tongue with warm sweetness.

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Sunday, February 24, 2013

媽媽,媽媽!



38歲的我,想念的不只是妳煮的蛋包飯。
我還記得我8歲那天發生的事。雖然當天沒有生日蛋糕慶祝,但是那天有意外的收獲。在我吃完了早飯的時候,妳對我說:「小偉,媽媽今天在菜田裡摘了一個既新鮮又大的蕃茄來慶祝你的生日,還有你最喜歡的蛋包飯,那將會是我第8次吃媽媽弄的蛋包飯。」
我挺起胸膛說:「媽媽,那我可以到菜田裡幫忙幹活嗎?我已經8歲了,是個大人了!」聽到這裡,我妳笑了一笑,心裡想著這個傻孩兒畢竟也8歲了,也好讓他試試看。我嚷著:「媽媽,可以嗎?可以嗎?......」最後,妳點了點頭,示意答應,這才令我停下來不叫嚷,反而在屋裡喜悅地東奔西跑。