Saturday, April 28, 2018

记忆总是被一种独特的光温暖着



  常常在夜里,两个人说笑着走在回家的路上。当时并不觉得怎样,而今回想起来却觉得很开心。然而,那样的日子终于还是结束了,当分别来临的时候,想起来的好像都是些快乐的事情。记忆总是被一种独特的光温暖着。我想,当我走向另一个世界的时候,能够带去的,不是我的肉体,也不是我的存款,而是这些温暖的回忆吧。如果能够拥有数百个这样的记忆,及时属于我的那个世界消失了也没什么。曾经在各种各样的地方生活过,有各种各样记忆的珠玉,只有我才能把这些记忆的珠玉串联起来,做成一条只属于我自己的项链。

≪雏菊人生≫ 029页
[日]吉本芭娜娜 著 [日]奈良美智 画  弭铁娟 译
ISBN 978-7-5327-7258-2




他从本质上真的就是一个好人



  有意思的是,在那之前,我对他的人格从来没有过任何兴趣,然而那天看到他那副痛苦为难实在无法开口的样子,不知怎么,竟有点儿喜欢上他了。过去,我见过当有的老客户以味道不好为由,要中止和他们店的合同时,他据理力争的样子。现在他这副为难的样子让我知道,这件事,对他来说真的是一个意外,是他的人生观中绝对无法允许自己这样去做的一个意外。每个人虽然都有这样或那样的缺点,然而,看到眼前他那为难的样子,我一下子明白了,当初他收留我的目的,既不是我这个人本身,也不是什么窗式冷气空调,而是,他从本质上真的就是一个好人。

≪雏菊人生≫ 025-026页
[日]吉本芭娜娜 著 [日]奈良美智 画  弭铁娟 译
ISBN 978-7-5327-7258-2




这种恃宠撒娇的欲念



  那时我还是个孩子,而且是寄人篱下。在姨妈姨夫不在家的时候,我克制着不让自己使用家里的电话。因为我知道,如果在一件事上放任自己的话,那么这种恃宠撒娇的欲念就会冲破身体,不断释放出来,在被其吞噬的同时,我也会失去自己全部珍而重之的东西。那时,虽然我还小,但已经懂得这个道理。

≪雏菊人生≫ 004-005页
[日]吉本芭娜娜 著 [日]奈良美智 画  弭铁娟 译
ISBN 978-7-5327-7258-2




大概就属于这样的情形吧



  常常有这样的时候,无论多么不可思议的事,一旦融入过于平淡的日常生活,也会觉得无足轻重,甚至懒得去多想。比如,一边看电视,一边随意地用扑克牌算卦,几次总是出现同一张牌;或者散步的时候,接连三次看到破碎的镜子。大概就属于这样的情形吧。

≪雏菊人生≫ 002页
[日]吉本芭娜娜 著 [日]奈良美智 画  弭铁娟 译
ISBN 978-7-5327-7258-2




Sunday, April 22, 2018

Rabbits Don't Climb Trees




  Robin picked up the "climb tree" card and put it at the top of the scale.

  "It's fun to climb trees, but I don't want to do it all alone. Do you want to climb with me?" asked Robin.

  The rabbit looked scared and replied, "Ooh... you see I'm a rabbit, and rabbits don't climb trees."

  Robin smiled at the rabbit. "What if I give you a hug first, and then I'll help you climb the tree. Would that be OK?"

  ... ...

Robin and the White Rabbit
Emma Lindström & Åse Brunnström
ISBN 978-1-78592-290-9




My name is Semer



My name is Semer and I'm a silent child

True! I avoid loud voices.
I feel my way by touching objects.

It's true that I want things to happen again and again.

And I like to learn new things through pictures.

... ...

Momma's Song, P23
Basma El Khatiri, illustrated by Sabah Kala
ISBN 978-1-4777-5694-2




Momma's Song



Now I feel clean and ready to go!
But I'm hungry and I hear
momma singing:

"Breakfast time. Come on! Come on my brave child!"

Momma's Song, P18
Basma El Khatiri, illustrated by Sabah Kala
ISBN 978-1-4777-5694-2




Saturday, April 21, 2018

The Elephantom



  ... ...

  He keeps me awakes at night ...

  ... and gets me into trouble,

  

  "It's spinach sandwiches for you, young lady, until you stop hogging all the peanut butter."

  ... ...

The Elephantom
Ross Collins
ISBN 978-0-7636-7591-2




Old Blanket



  When I was at home, I wrapped myself in a blanket of my own words and sounds. I called it my old blanket.

  My blanket was warm. It was soft. It covered me all over. It made me feel safe. Sometimes I didn't want to go out. I wanted to stay under my old blanket forever.

My Two Blankets
by Irena Kobald & Freya Blackwood
ISBN 978-1-742-97937-3




Sunday, April 15, 2018

They were Beautiful



  Flying at over one mile per hour, they finally broke through a blackberry bush and came into a clearing. The ground was covered in ferns and long grass. Trees grew beside a huge pond, and the water was still and reflected the moon.

  They flew along the pond's shore. And there above them, among the trees and bushes, sparkling green lights flashed on and off.

  Fireflies.

  Fireflies floated everywhere. Sometimes they came so close that Dinn could see their faces. One firefly nodded at him as it passed.

  They were beautiful —— the most magical things Dinn had ever seen.

The Mosquito Brothers, P89
Griffin Ondaatje
ISBN 978-1-55498-437-4




Saturday, April 14, 2018

An Average Mosquito



  When the driver's window opened, Corrina flew into the night, higher and higher. She made a high-pitched whine as she headed toward the nearest trees. She was aiming for a constellation of stars that she recognized from home.

  She felt something tug one of her legs. When she looked down, she saw nervous-looking mosquito.

  "Hey! Where are you going?" the jittery mosquito asked.

  "What?"

  "You flying to the moon or something?" He was shivering in the cold air, his big round eyes staring and his wings beating wildly. He had never been this high before, and it took all his energy.

  "I'm trying to get home to my family."

  Corina could hear that he was out of breath. She slowed her wings so they buzzed at the same speed as his.

  The two hovered in the big sky. He kept moving between her and the moon, shifting expectantly from side to side. It was then, while his shivering silhouette floated between her and the sky —— his shoulders and wings pumping up and down in front of the yellow moon —— that Corrina fell in love. She fell in love with the last mosquito her mother would have wanted for her. A floater by the highway!

  Brad Needles had fallen in love, too. Mosquitoes, on average, fall in love very quickly, and he was an average mosquito. To him, Corrina was the most beautiful mosquito north of the highway.

  Soon Corrina and Brad floated down through the sky together, gliding past trees. In the blue glow of GAS FOR SALE sign they got married and were swarmed by well-wishers.

The Mosquito Brothers, P33-35
Griffin Ondaatje
ISBN 978-1-55498-437-4




Sunday, April 8, 2018

But the Wind wasn't Interested



  He even offered his favourite fire truck.

  But the wind wasn't interested.

Ollie and the Wind
Ronojoy Ghosh
ISBN 978-0-14378-506-4




Chased the Wind with a Net



  Ollie chased the wind with a net, but it slipped away before he could ask about his hat.

Ollie and the Wind
Ronojoy Ghosh
ISBN 978-0-14378-506-4




Saturday, April 7, 2018

Wondering About The Things They Couldn't See



  The next day Peter, Harold, Lenny and Lucy played a game of marbles. Harold was champion, everyone agreed. For lunch they ate vegetable soup, and after soup Peter began a collection of rocks.

  The others sat awhile, watching the woods and wondering about the things they couldn't see.

Lenny & Lucy
written by Philip C. Stead, illustrated by Erin E. Stead
ISBN 978-1-59643-932-0




They ALL Got STUCK



  ... ...

  they ALL got STUCK.

A Little Stuck
Oliver Jeffers
ISBN 978-0-00-817086-8




Sidewalk Flowers



  
  
  
  
Sidewalk Flowers
Jon Arno Lawson, Sydney Smith
ISBN 978-1-55498-431-2




Sunday, April 1, 2018

失去了理智



  有一次,我要出国旅游较长时间,母亲便在我出门前买了咸鱼干回来。

  “国外吃不到咸鱼干吧?你就吃个痛快,免得出国后老惦记着咸鱼干。”

  结果我们关上窗户,甚至还上了锁,然后开始烤咸鱼。我总觉得这种行为就像躲避追查的犯人一样。可是因为烟雾充满整个房间,我们最后只好打开抽风机。烟雾顿时被吸了出去,咸鱼干刚烤好时最强烈的味道,也在室外扩散开来。

  “真是对不起邻居呢!”

  母亲一边面露抱歉的表情,一边用筷子将咸鱼干翻面。

  “你看你看,烤好了哦!”母亲从烤盘上盛起的咸鱼干呈现褐色,微微翘起,外观就像瘦巴巴的竹夹鱼干,而且非常硬,连筷子都戳不穿。

  我用手撕开鱼身。

  “好烫……”

  刚烤好的咸鱼非常烫手。我把头拔掉,沿着脊椎骨将鱼肉左右撕开,分成小块。鱼肉的部分要顺着肌肉纹理斜斜地剥,剥开的鱼肉侧面会散发宛如云母一般的光泽。我的指尖沾满了浓稠的褐色油脂,滑溜溜的。

  这就是咸鱼汁。是数百年来浸泡无数鱼干、不断重复发酵的盐水,因此据说在伊豆大岛、八丈岛等产地,人们还会将咸鱼汁放进瓮里,当成传家之宝,代代相传。若只用肥皂洗个一两次,是很难洗掉这种油滑感的。

  光是把刚烤好的咸鱼肉剥开,整个房间的空气就沉重起来。就是这股又咸又令人怀念、又臭又香的味道复杂地合而为一的气味……


  母亲用手捏起一小片咸鱼,放进嘴里。

  我则停下来,决定好好观察母亲的表情。

  “……”

  仿佛牛咀嚼青草般一言不发地动着下巴的母亲,忽然放松眉头,变成“八字眉”了。

  接下来,我们都没说话。我挑起眉——(怎么样?)

  母亲则指着剥开的咸鱼干好几次——(别问了,快点吃吃看!)

  我也把一片鱼肉放进嘴里,有如牛似的默默动着下巴。我不断地点头,无言地咀嚼,和硬邦邦的咸鱼肉深度对话。

  啊!多么强烈深刻的味道呀!海潮的咸味带着底层庶民的感觉。

  黑道男子危险又性感的诱惑……

  探戈舞者近乎惹人厌的热情……

  舞台剧中反串女角的男演员抛出的媚眼……

  潜藏在土气中的浓厚的魅惑气味,从鱼肉纤维一道一道的夹层中,缓缓地渗了出来。

  干净到会排除这种扑鼻而来的浓郁气息的社会,是不是正在失去性感的活力呢……我一边这么想一边默默地、不断地嚼着鱼肉,嚼到下巴都酸了。嚼累之后,我吁地吐出一口气,一股强烈的芳香如同小提琴啜泣似的巧妙音色一般,蹿了上来,令我不禁失神。

  “哼……”

  一阵不像说话声也不像叹息的声音从鼻子流泻而出,眉头也落了下来,变成“八字眉”。

  我再也受不了了!于是一声不吭地用油腻腻的手,将剥开的鱼肉陆续放进口中,仿佛鬼上身似的动着下巴,直冲忘我的境地。

  我还特意将沾满咸鱼精华的手指放在自己的鼻子下方,贪婪地嗅着这股令人窒息的味道。

  “哇!”

  无论是口味、气味,还是荷尔蒙,只要达到极致,就无所谓喜欢、讨厌了……在这拉扯争斗于极限边缘的咸鱼干的魔界中,我失去了理智。

≪记忆的味道≫[咸鱼干和班德拉斯]017-021页
森下典子 著  羊恩媺 译
ISBN 978-986-6319-73-0