《那些聽不懂的故事》| 雙一

小時候奶奶總坐在老家土房子前

念念叨叨講些我聽不懂的故事

人們習(xí)慣了她自言自語

因為她有精神病，父親說

病是生產(chǎn)隊拆家里房子時落下的

大學(xué)放假回老家

隔著紙窗就聽見奶奶叨叨念念

她獨自守著老房子盤著腿

坐在炕上吸土煙

我把一盒白沙煙放在她身邊

她稍顯欣喜，斜我一眼

自言自語繼續(xù)講

我聽不懂的什么故事

后來我出國好多年

每次回來奶奶都坐在城里我家的單人床

還是我聽不懂的自言自語

斜我一眼，稍顯提防

對我拿給她的魚油視而不見

父親說她講的都是過去

只有她自己明白的煩心事

再后來奶奶坐在鄉(xiāng)下路邊的田野

和爺爺一處成為隆起的小丘

冰涼暗啞的石碑很安靜

只是路上的卡車來來往往

轟隆轟隆自言自語著

我怎么也聽不懂的什么故事

只是這時我濕了雙眼

2018/02/22

Stories That I Never Understood

by Jacob Yang

When I was a child, grandma always sat in front of her old house

Murmuring stories that I never understood

People got used to her talking to herself

"She is crazy", daddy said

"Since the production brigade tore down our house"

When I visited her during college breaks

Her murmuring could be heard out of the paper window

Sitting cross-legged alone in her house

She smoked pipes on her bed

I put a pack of cigarette to her side

She squinted, somewhat delighted

And went on murmuring to herself

Some stories that I never understood

Then I was abroad for many years, each time I went back

She was sitting in the single bed of my home in town

Still the same murmuring I never understood

She squinted with a cautious guard

And ignored the fish oil I brought to her

Daddy said she was telling old stories only she understood

Stories that bothered her for a life time

Later grandma sat in a roadside field

And turned into a small hill together with grandpa

The stone in front was cold and quiet

With only murmuring sound of trucks passing by

Telling some stories to themselves

Stories I could never never understood

But only now did I cry