《那些听不懂的故事》| 双一
小时候奶奶总坐在老家土房子前
念念叨叨讲些我听不懂的故事
人们习惯了她自言自语
因为她有精神病，父亲说
病是生产队拆家里房子时落下的
大学放假回老家
隔着纸窗就听见奶奶叨叨念念
她独自守着老房子盘着腿
坐在炕上吸土烟
我把一盒白沙烟放在她身边
她稍显欣喜，斜我一眼
自言自语继续讲
我听不懂的什么故事
后来我出国好多年
每次回来奶奶都坐在城里我家的单人床
还是我听不懂的自言自语
斜我一眼，稍显提防
对我拿给她的鱼油视而不见
父亲说她讲的都是过去
只有她自己明白的烦心事
再后来奶奶坐在乡下路边的田野
和爷爷一处成为隆起的小丘
冰凉暗哑的石碑很安静
只是路上的卡车来来往往
轰隆轰隆自言自语着
我怎么也听不懂的什么故事
只是这时我湿了双眼
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
