熙林格尔[四川]
怀念我的母亲（组诗）
母亲的微笑
家乡的树叶开始黄的时候
妈妈走了
我被这个狠心的秋天揪的心痛
今天想您
明天想您
满世界都是您的微笑
回头一看
您就站在小院大门
正目送我们离去或
迎接我们回家
Xiln Geer [Sichuan]
Remembering My Mother (group poems)
Mother’s Smile
When the leaves in my hometown start to turn yellow
Mom left
I was seized by this cruel autumn, my heart aching
Thinking of you today
Thinking of you tomorrow
Your smile fills the whole world
When I look back
You are standing at the gate of the small courtyard
Seeing us off or
Welcoming us home
无处不在的母亲
踏进家门见或不见您
都要叫一声 妈妈
如今您却不再回应
只有您慈祥的目光
从桌上的照片里缓缓流进我的心窝
家的感觉依然如此温暖
妈妈，您无处不在
睁开眼睛就是您的身影
闭上眼睛您就在我的脑海
就在我内心最深处
随着您给我的血液一起
把我永生滋养
妈妈
您只是暂时没有回应而已
The Ever-present Mother
Stepping into the house, whether I see you or not
I will call out, Mom
But now you no longer respond
Only your kind gaze
Slowly flows into my heart from the photo on the table
The feeling of home is still so warm
Mom, you are everywhere
When I open my eyes, it's your figure
When I close my eyes, you are in my mind
In the deepest part of my heart
Together with the blood you gave me
Nourishing me for eternity
Mom
You just haven't responded for the moment
把思念种在云上
我把轻轻的思念，种在空气中
我走到哪里都是您的身影
我把剩下的时间，放在故乡
用脚步丈量您走过的田间地头
在杜鹃花火一样盛开的清晨
我把您的院坝收拾干净
我把您用过的镰刀擦亮
我把轻轻的思念，种在厚厚的云上
一阵风，漫天的雪花就把思念还给了我
任凭雪花与落叶一起飞舞
还是无法改变被大雪一望无际的覆盖
我在密密麻麻的雪中绽放成一粒雪花
悄悄的轻轻的落在您的坟头
Planting Longing on the Cloud
I plant the gentle longing in the air
Wherever I go, your figure follows me
I leave the remaining time in my hometown
Measuring the fields you traversed with my footsteps
In the early morning when the azaleas are blooming like fire
I tidy up your courtyard
I polish the sickle you once used
I plant the gentle longing on the thick cloud
With a gust of wind, the fluttering snowflakes return the longing to me
Let the snowflakes dance with the fallen leaves
Still unable to change being blanketed by the boundless heavy snow
I blossom into a snowflake amid the dense snow
Quietly and gently landing on your grave
母亲的春天
冬天的余威还在
雪还没有化尽
母亲的锄头已经落在坚硬的土里
翻开的泥土冒着白烟
大口大口的呼吸春天的空气
土豆种子已经准备好
它们暂时在母亲刨出的坑里
在雪水的浸润中发芽
等待一场淅淅沥沥的春雨后
破土为绿迎接这个春天
初春的阳光很温暖
树丫的枝头已鼓出芽蕾
母亲的眼中已是山青水秀
Mother’s Spring
The remaining might of winter lingers
The snow hasn't melted completely
Mother’s hoe has already fallen on the hard soil
The turned-up soil emits white smoke, breathing in the spring air greedily
The potato seeds are ready
They are temporarily in the pits dug by mother
Germinating in the meltwater of snow
Waiting for a pattering spring rain
Then breaking through the soil and turning green to greet this spring
The early spring sunshine is very warm
The branches of the trees have bulged with buds
In mother's eyes, the mountains are green and the waters are beautiful
母亲的早晨
公鸡的打鸣声把母亲的炊烟
惊得东倒西歪
猪的叫声嗡里嗡气
母亲加快搅拌猪草的节奏
地边的鸟儿叽叽喳喳
它们在掏昨天种下的玉米种子
母亲补种时忧心重重
她把盖住种子的土压了又压
Mother’s Morning
The crowing of the rooster startles mother's cooking smoke, making it stagger
The pig's grunting is dull and muffled
Mother quickens the rhythm of stirring the pig fodder
The birds by the field are chirping
They are digging out the corn seeds planted yesterday
Mother is worried when replanting
She presses the soil covering the seeds again and again
与年轻的母亲对视
这张照片是母亲二十岁左右的样子
身材修长，乌黑的长辫
清澈眼睛里透出青涩的光
那时的母亲正当青春年少
就在留下这张照片的第二年
我来到这个世界
随后的十几年里
母亲养育了我们六个姊妹
从此，柴米油盐和
六七亩贫瘠的土地
把母亲的眼睛塞满
五十年后的今天是母亲节
窗外寂静阳光正好
我和年轻的母亲对视
她眼里的光变得亲切起来
她看见了渐渐老去的儿子
我看见了永远年轻的妈妈
Looking into the Eyes of the Young Mother
This photo shows mother at about twenty years old.
She was slender with long black braids.
In her clear eyes, there was a touch of innocence.
At that time, mother was in her youthful prime.
In the year after this photo was taken,
I came into this world.
In the following dozen or so years,
Mother raised the six of us sisters.
From then on, daily necessities and
six or seven acres of barren land
filled mother's eyes.
Today, fifty years later, it's Mother’s Day.
Outside the window, it's quiet and the sunlight is just right.
I look into the eyes of the young mother.
The light in her eyes becomes kind.
She sees her son gradually growing old.
I see a mother who is always young.
玉兰花的使命
初春的风夹着寒凉
玉兰花瓣一步三回头
回落树根化作春泥是她的使命
母亲行走的脚步轻盈
在我写玉兰花的诗行中停下来
她在等待花谢完后
那些姗姗来迟的叶子
叶子呼之欲出
一阵风一陈雨一把阳光
整棵树就绿了
此刻，母亲的呼吸拂过叶子
她与叶子对话的声音
如同呼唤小时候晚归的孩子
悠长又急促
The Mission of Magnolia Blossoms
The wind of early spring is still chilly.
The magnolia petals look back repeatedly as they fall.
Falling back to the tree root and turning into nourishing soil is her mission.
Mother walks with light steps and stops
in the lines of my poem about magnolia blossoms.
She is waiting for the leaves that are late to arrive
after the flowers have all fallen.
The leaves are about to emerge.
With a gust of wind, a shower of rain, and a burst of sunlight,
the whole tree turns green.
At this moment, mother's breath brushes over the leaves.
The sound of her conversation with the leaves
is like calling a child who returns home late in childhood,
long and urgent.
我的思念在土地里发芽
妈妈，您的九龙那么美
您的湾坝和洪坝那么美
似乎能把一切苦难轻易掩盖
妈妈，您一生如此宁静又朴素
那么多苦涩的日子
被一波又一波的炊烟带走
您仅有的奢侈是健康成长的子女
和您种下的一季又一季的玉米洋芋
如今，您的希望还在炊烟里弥漫
我寻找您的诗句
正在您翻挖过无数次的菜园地
生根发芽
My Longing Sprouts in the Land
Mom, your Jiulong is so beautiful
Your Wanba and Hongba are so beautiful
It seems that they can easily cover up all the hardships
Mom, your life was so peaceful and simple
So many bitter days
Were carried away by waves of cooking smoke
Your only luxury was the children growing up healthily
And the seasons of corn and potatoes you planted
Now, your hope is still diffusing in the cooking smoke
The verses I search for you
Are taking root and sprouting
In the vegetable garden you dug countless times
(Tr. Wang Aikun；王爱焜 译)
作者简介
熙林格尔，本名王永康，男，藏族。生在康巴高原，长在康巴高原。与诗结缘数十载，认为诗是诗人心灵历程的展露。偶有作品发表和获奖。
About the author
Wang Yongkang, pen name Xilin Ger, a man of Tibetan descent. Born and raised on the Kham Plateau, he’s been entwined with poetry for decades, seeing it as the soul’s journey unveiled.
