孩子

Children

我正在翻看你的照片

I'm looking through your photos

看你一步步成長的軌跡

See the track of your growth step by step

襁褓中的懵懂

Ignorance in the swaddling clothes

木馬上的童年

Childhood on the Trojan horse

快樂調(diào)皮的嬉戲

Happy and mischievous frolic

你的每一個笑靨

Every smile you have

無不讓我心系

Let me know

我也回頭審視自己

I look back at myself

看時光怎樣任青蔥似的少年

See how time is like a green youth

漸漸褪卻了紅顏

Gradually fade away

昨日還是嬌嗔的少女

Yesterday was a coquettish girl

轉(zhuǎn)眼間卻已是他的妻

In a flash, it was his wife

媽媽

Mom

我現(xiàn)在已懂得了你

I know you now

退后數(shù)十載

Back off for decades

你何嘗不是一朵傲春的梅

You are not a plum of proud spring

青絲白發(fā)

Blue hair and white hair

就這樣一代代交替

It's just a matter of generations

舒婷的詩:呵，母親

Shu Ting's poem: ah, mother

你蒼白的指尖理著我的雙鬢

Your pale fingertips are on my temples

我禁不住象兒時一樣

I can't help being like a kid

緊緊拉住你的衣襟

Hold your lapel tightly

呵，母親

Oh, mother

為了留住你漸漸隱去的身影

In order to keep your disappearing figure

雖然晨曦已把夢剪成煙縷

Although the dawn has cut the dream into wisps of smoke

我還是久久不敢睜開眼睛

I haven't opened my eyes for a long time

我依舊珍藏著那鮮紅的圍巾

I still have the scarlet

生怕浣洗會使它

I'm afraid that washing will make it

失去你特有的溫馨

Lose your special warmth

呵，母親

Oh, mother

歲月的流水不也同樣無情

Years of running water is not equally ruthless

生怕記憶也一樣退色呵

I'm afraid the memory will fade too

我怎敢輕易打開它的畫屏

How dare I open its screen easily

為了一根刺我曾向你哭喊

I cried to you for a thorn

如今帶著荊冠，我不敢

Now with a crown of thorns, I dare not

一聲也不敢呻吟

I dare not moan

呵，母親

Oh, mother

我常悲哀地仰望你的照片

I often look up your picture sadly

縱然呼喚能夠穿透黃土

Even if the call can penetrate the Loess

我怎敢驚動你的安眠

How dare I disturb your sleep

我還不敢這樣陳列愛的祭品

I dare not present the sacrifice of love like this

雖然我寫了許多支歌

Although I wrote many songs

給花、給海、給黎明

To the flowers, to the sea, to the dawn

呵，母親

Oh, mother

我的甜柔深謐的懷念

My sweet, soft and deep memory

不是激流，不是瀑布

It's not a torrent, it's not a waterfall

是花木掩映中唱不出歌聲的枯井

It's a dry well that can't sing in the shade of flowers and trees