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水灯变奏曲

​​​A Water Lamp Variation

是秋天了。 今晚的月亮圆得有点古典。我独自一人走在北风轻拂的路上。

It was autumn. The moon tonight was round with classical elegance. I stepped on the road alone. The north breeze blew gently and lightly onto my face.

这是一个既传统又浪漫的节日——水灯节。我拿了一盏水灯，在月色和灯光里走向河边。

This is a romantic and traditional festival—Loy Kra Thong, the Water Lamp Day. Holding a water lamp, I walked to the river in the light of the moon and lamps.

熙来攘往的人群荡在沿河的路上：有前来放水灯的，也有前来观水灯的，而我此时则是两般皆是。

Along the river crowded many people. Some came here for putting a water lamp into the river and some just for a look. I came here for both.

雪姐老是对我说：“霞，在水灯节的晚上放盏水灯，许个心愿，将来是会如愿以偿的。”

Sister Xue often told me, “Xia, on the eve of the Water Lamp Day, you make a wish and it will come true in the future.”

去年这个节日，我买了一盏小小的纸制的水灯，可是，我并没有将这盏水灯拿到河里去放。它置于我案上已整整一年了。我保存这盏水灯，也保留了我的心愿。

On this day last year, I bought a small paper-made water lamp, but I didn’t put it in the river, instead, it was on my table for a year. I kept this lamp and my wish to myself.

今晚我打定主意，一定要把这水灯放到小河里去。我走着走着，找到了一处较为幽静的河边，屈膝蹲下身子去，我把我的情绪浓缩在水灯里，轻轻地将它荡在小河上。

Tonight, I made up my mind to put it into the river. Walking ahead, I found a place quiet and tranquil. Bending down, I put the lamp into the river softly and gently, along with it are my emotions and affections. Finally, I put a water lamp into the river.

我终于放了一盏水灯。可是我并没有许下心愿。 也许是我不习惯于许愿，也许是我怕这盏小小水灯载不了我的心愿。我在暮色与思绪两苍茫之中将水灯拔向河心。

However, I didn’t make a wish. Perhaps I was not used to making a wish. Perhaps I am afraid that this little lamp could not bear the weight of my wishes. In the boundless twilight, deep in thought, I moved the lamp toward the center of the small river.

放了水灯我站起身来，一个漂泊的愁绪涌上心头，多么可怜又多么可笑，我何必放水灯？其实我就是一盏飘落的水灯吗？

I stood up and a pent-up sense of sadness rose in my heart. How pitiable and funny I was! What’s the point of my lamp-putting? I was actually a lamp adrift on the water.

我茫茫然走在路上，一个汉子迎面而来，冲着我唤：“苏婉娜，苏——婉——娜……”

At a loss, I walked on the road. A man came to me and called, “Su Wanna, Su-Wan-Na…”

我吃了一惊，停住步，那汉子也一怔，流泛出一脸腼腆与失望，低着头喋喋地说：“对不起，我认错了人……”

I was taken aback and stopped, and he, too. He looked at me and mumbled, “Sorry! Sorry. I mistake you for someone.” Lowering his head, he apologized to me, bashful, embarrassed and disappointed.

我定一定神，接着是怦然而动的心跳。这汉子脸上的腼腆和忸怩的神态多么像他。

I composed myself but after a little while my heart began to pit-a-pat. The man’s shy and bashful expression was so familiar to me, like his so much!

一阵短暂的犹豫和迷惑过后，我抬头向前望去，那汉子已没入人群里去了。他在我怅惘之中悄悄而来，又在我激动之中突然消失。

In a trance for a while, I raised my head and found he had already disappeared into the crowd. He came to me quietly when I felt lost and went away abruptly when I was in passion.

大大小小的各种各式的水灯，它们在水上划起一线线希望之光。我回首寻找刚才我放落的那盏水灯，只见水波潾潾，灯光闪闪，究竟哪一盏是我的水灯？

Water lamps of different size and styles were floating on the river, bringing about light and hope. Looking back, I tried to identify the lamp I put just now, but coming into eyes were the clear and shiny ripples and the flickering candle lights. Which one was mine?

天上的月亮和河里的水灯是今晚最好的装饰，而我却在美丽的景色之外。悠悠的惆怅，丝丝的寒寒风，以及那眼熟的忸怩正伴着我回家。

The moon in the sky and water lamps in the river added irresistible charm to the beauty of tonight. However, I was an outsider. The nameless sadness, the chilly wind and his familiar shy expression accompanied me all the way home.​​​​

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