重温文學作品中的父愛A Father's Love, Revisited in Literature

什麼是父愛？What is a father's love?

小編覺得，父愛是朱自清筆下「那肥胖的、青布棉袍黑布馬褂的背影」；To us, a father's love is the figure Zhu Ziqing watched walking away — “that stout back, in a blue cotton-padded gown and a black cloth mandarin jacket”.

是傅雷在家書中對兒子的鼓勵與諄諄教導；It is Fu Lei's encouragement and patient counsel to his son in his letters home.

是余光中和女兒男朋友之間必定存在卻又令人不禁發笑的矛盾……It is the friction between Yu Guangzhong and his daughters' boyfriends — inevitable, and impossible to read without laughing.

無論父愛以何種形式存在，每每提及，總是觸人心絃，給人一種温厚的力量。Whatever form it takes, a father's love touches something in us whenever it is spoken of, and leaves behind a quiet, warming strength.

父親節作品欣賞Father's Day Reading

他往車外看了看，説：「我買幾個橘子去。你就在此地，不要走動。」我看那邊月台的柵欄外有幾個賣東西的等着顧客。走到那邊月台，須穿過鐵道，須跳下去又爬上去。父親是一個胖子，走過去自然要費事些。我本來要去的，他不肯，只好讓他去。He looked out of the carriage window and said, “I'm going to buy you a few tangerines. Stay here and don't wander off.” Beyond the railings of the platform opposite I could see several vendors waiting for customers. To reach that platform you had to cross the tracks, which meant jumping down and climbing up again. My father was a stout man, so getting across was bound to cost him some effort. I offered to go myself, but he would not have it, and I had to let him go.

我看見他戴着黑布小帽，穿着黑布大馬褂，深青布棉袍，蹣跚地走到鐵道邊，慢慢探身下去，尚不大難。I watched him, in his little black cloth cap, his black cloth mandarin jacket and his dark blue cotton-padded gown, walk unsteadily to the edge of the tracks and lower himself down slowly — that much was not too hard.

可是他穿過鐵道，要爬上那邊月台，就不容易了。But crossing the tracks and climbing up onto the far platform was another matter.

他用兩手攀着上面，兩腳再向上縮；他肥胖的身子向左微傾，顯出努力的樣子。He gripped the edge with both hands and drew his feet up after him; his heavy body tilted a little to the left, and the strain of it showed.

這時我看見他的背影，我的淚很快地流下來了。我趕緊拭乾了淚。怕他看見，也怕別人看見。我再向外看時，他已抱了朱紅的橘子往回走了。It was then, seeing him from behind, that my tears came streaming down. I wiped them away quickly, afraid he might see, and afraid others might see too. When I looked out again, he was already on his way back with an armful of vermilion tangerines.

過鐵道時，他先將橘子散放在地上，自己慢慢爬下，再抱起橘子走。To get across the tracks, he first set the tangerines down on the ground, climbed down slowly himself, then gathered them up again and walked on.

到這邊時，我趕緊去攙他。他和我走到車上，將橘子一股腦兒放在我的皮大衣上。於是撲撲衣上的泥土，心裏很輕鬆似的。過一會兒説：「我走了，到那邊來信！」我望着他走出去。他走了幾步，回過頭看見我，説：「進去吧，裏邊沒人。」等他的背影混入來來往往的人裏，再找不着了，我便進來坐下，我的眼淚又來了。When he reached my side I hurried over to help him up. We walked back to the carriage together and he piled the tangerines onto my fur coat. Then he brushed the dust from his clothes, looking as though a weight had lifted, and after a moment said, “I'll be off, then. Write to me when you get there!” I watched him go. He had taken a few steps when he turned round, saw me, and said, “Go inside — there's nobody watching your things.” When his figure had merged into the crowd coming and going, and I could no longer pick him out, I went back in and sat down, and my tears came again.

——節選自朱自清《背影》— from “The Retreating Figure” (《背影》) by Zhu Ziqing

赤子之心這句話，我也一直記住的。赤子便是不知道孤獨的。赤子孤獨了，會創造一個世界，創造許多心靈的朋友！The phrase “the heart of a child” is one I too have always kept in mind. A child knows nothing of loneliness; and a child who is lonely will create a world of his own, and many companions of the spirit!

永遠保持赤子之心，到老也不會落伍，永遠能夠與普天下的赤子之心相接相契相抱！Keep the heart of a child always, and you will never fall behind, however old you grow; you will always be able to meet, to understand and to embrace every other childlike heart under heaven!

你那位朋友説得不錯，藝術表現的動人，一定是從心靈的純潔來的！不是純潔到像明鏡一般，怎能體會到前人的心靈？怎能打動聽眾的心靈？That friend of yours is quite right: whatever moves us in an artistic performance comes from purity of soul. Unless one is as pure as a clear mirror, how can one enter into the hearts of those who came before? How can one move the hearts of an audience?

——節選自《傅雷家書》— from Fu Lei's Letters Home (《傅雷家書》)

信箱被襲，只如戰爭的默片，還不打緊。A raid on the letterbox is only the silent film of the war; that much I can bear.

其實我寧可多情的少年勤寫情書，那樣至少可以練習作文，不致在視聽教育的時代荒廢了中文。可怕的還是電話中彈，那一串串警告的鈴聲，把戰場從門外的信箱擴至書房的腹地，默片變成了身歷聲，假想敵在實彈射擊了。In truth I would rather these lovestruck young men wrote plenty of love letters: at least it gives them practice in composition, and keeps their Chinese from going to seed in this age of audio-visual education. Far worse is when the telephone takes a hit. Those volleys of warning rings carry the battlefield from the letterbox outside the door into the heart of my study; the silent film turns into stereo sound, and the imaginary enemy has begun firing live rounds.

更可怕的，卻是假想敵真的闖進了城來，成了有血有肉的真敵人，不再是假想了好玩的了，就像軍事演習到中途，忽然真的打起來了一樣。More alarming still is when the imaginary enemy actually breaks into the city and becomes a real enemy of flesh and blood, no longer something imagined for amusement — like a military exercise that halfway through turns into real fighting.

真敵人是看得出來的。在某一女兒的接應之下，他佔領了沙發的一角，從此兩人呢喃細語，囁嚅密談，即使脈脈相對的時候，那氣氛也濃得化不開，窒得全家人都透不過氣來。這時幾個姐妹早已迴避得遠遠的了，任誰都看得出情況有異。A real enemy is easy to spot. With one daughter running interference for him, he takes possession of a corner of the sofa, and from then on the two of them murmur and whisper together; even when they only gaze at each other, the atmosphere is too thick to disperse, and the whole household is left short of breath. By then the other sisters have long since withdrawn to a safe distance — anyone can see that something is afoot.

萬一敵人留下來吃飯，那空氣就更為緊張，好像擺好姿勢，面對照相機一般。平時鴨塘一般的餐桌，四姐妹這時像在演啞劇，連筷子和調羹都似乎得到了消息，忽然小心翼翼起來。Should the enemy stay for dinner, the air grows tenser still, as though everyone had struck a pose in front of a camera. The dinner table, normally as noisy as a duck pond, becomes a mime show performed by four sisters; even the chopsticks and spoons seem to have got wind of it, and turn suddenly careful.

明知這僭越的小子未必就是真命女婿，（誰曉得寶貝女兒現在是十八變中的第幾變呢？）心裏卻不由自主升起一股淡淡的敵意。也明知女兒正如將熟之瓜，終有一天會蒂落而去，卻希望不是隨眼前這自負的小子。I know perfectly well that this presumptuous young man may not be the son-in-law fate has in store (who can say which of the eighteen transformations my precious daughter is passing through just now?), and yet a faint hostility rises in me all the same. I know too that a daughter is like a ripening melon, that one day she will drop from the stem and be gone — but I would rather she did not go with this self-satisfied boy in front of me.

——節選自余光中《我的四個假想敵》— from “My Four Imaginary Enemies” (《我的四個假想敵》) by Yu Guangzhong

我們逐漸長大，爸爸卻逐漸老去。祝願所有的爸爸身體健康，父親節快樂！We grow up little by little, and our fathers grow old little by little. To every father: good health, and a very happy Father's Day.