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出版社:中國對外翻譯
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ISBN:9787500143338
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作者:葉爾克西·胡爾曼別克|譯者:(美)James Yong...
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頁數:285
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出版日期:2016-01-01
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印刷日期:2016-01-01
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包裝:平裝
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開本:32開
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版次:1
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印次:1
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字數:223千字
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葉爾克西·胡爾曼別克著James Yongue、季宇綺譯的《永生羊(英文版)/閱讀中國五彩叢書》以一個孩童的視角,夢幻般呈現了童年家鄉:四季遷移的哈薩克氈房裡不為人知的生活秘密,人的悲歡離合和羊的生離死別發生在同一個小山岡,鋪展的青草年年將人畜引向遠方又回到老地方。
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葉爾克西·胡爾曼別克著James Yongue、季宇綺
譯的《永生羊(英文版)/閱讀中國五彩叢書》講述了
作者童年時期與一隻小羔羊薩爾巴斯之間深厚友誼的
故事。雖然她們語言不通但她們之間的友誼沒有受到
任何阻礙。出乎意料的是她們可以用眼神來對彼此表
達自己的內心世界 在一次洪水來臨之際小羊羔預知
了洪水的降臨,把小葉爾克兩從危險地帶帶到安全的
地方。時間慢慢流逝,她們的友誼也越來越深了。然
而把羊養壯最重要的一個目的就是為了喫掉它。最終
,小羔羊成為小葉爾克西一家人的食物。小羔羊被宰
對小姑娘幼小的心靈裡影響極大,這時父親讓她明白
了:豐被宰是為了我們的生存,這是自然界的需求。
葉爾克西生動而深刻的敘述為我們展示了一種生
活,一種樸素而奇異的生活。這種生活的特點是:相
信命運,接納它,接納它給予的一切,不論是痛苦還
是歡樂;順從它,在允許的範圍內追求生命的自由和
價值。
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The Old Graveyard The Bullet Far From Severe Cold The Cloud That Floated by Many Years Ago Both Sides of the Curtain The Meteor Umbilical Mother The Young Boy My Father's Cousin The Bride The Horse on the Stone The Strong Wind A Pair of Pinching Shoes (I) A Pair of Pinching Shoes (II) A Pair of Pinching Shoes (III) An Eternal Lamb Intelligential Goat The Cat That Wouldn't Die A Blind Chicken Dog Love The Father Who Always Came Back Late The Summer Pasture An Old Yurt Daughter's Water
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My heart was filled with a fit of
anxiety again and Istomped on my shadow. How
I wished I could be tallerto make the bucket
farther from the ground.
There were about fifty to sixty tombs in
the oldgraveyard. With no gravestones, no
one knew for surewho was buried there.
Peering out of our window, wecould see the
tombs pressed by the riprap, which
lookedlike a stone hill. Among them, only a
few tombs weresurrounded by a dry earth
wall, which lent an air ofmystery to those
buried underneath. There was a windowon the
west wall, a door on the south wall,
whichdecayed with time and fell onto the
ground as if desertedby an owner who had
left long ago. Nobody knew howmany years the
tombs had been here or who on earthwas
buried underneath. According to what the
adultssaid, several people buried inside the
area surroundedby the earth wall might have
been very prestigious orhave belonged to one
big family. In a word, anyway, theywere
different. However, whether of humble origin
oran honorable family, all the people were
lying under theripraps in the graveyard.
They became earth and nobodyshowed any
interest. For as long as I can remember,
noone held any ceremony there to express
their grief overthe dead. Never had a new
tomb since been set up thereto shorten the
distance between their age and ours.
Itseemed that they had been completely
cleared out of ourlives and sealed up by
time forever, kept separate fromthe world.
As time went by, some tombs on the edge of
the graveyard were gradually razed to the
ground from frequent trampling of people and
horses, like a sand hill carried away by the
wind. One year, an ox stepped intothe
graveyard and trampled a tomb with the
result thathalf of its body was stuck
inside. Being stupid, the ox justcouldn't
manage to climb up by itself. Therefore, it
tooka lot of hard work for people to get it
out by pulling anddragging. It felt almost
like dragging an ox out of mud.What was
different was that if we had been working
inmud, we might have gotten stained with
muddy water,but working in the graveyard, we
were left covered with alayer of dust so
that those working looked as if they
hadfallen into the tombs instead of the ox.
It was funny. Afterthe ox was pulled out,
there was a hole left in the tomb,which was
covered by snow in the winter and
remaineduncovered in the summer when it was
pitch-dark andfrightening. Still, it stayed
there with nobody takingcare of it. How I
wished that someone could mind andcomfort my
little life with a sense of security. But at
thattime, who would ever imagine a little
girl of just over tenyears old would have a
terrible struggle along the road ofcourage
that led to the spring through the
graveyard.
Too much thinking made me unsure about
whether Iwas outside the graveyard or inside
it.
One evening, I climbed onto the roof and
helped mymother air the slices of tomatoes
on it. At this time everysummer, my father
would go to Qitai to buy tomatoes andthen we
would air and dry them on the roof to get
themready for the winter. It had been my
sister's business inprevious years and it
was my turn this year. We aired thetomatoes
from the afternoon until sunset. By the time
itwas getting dark, my eyes had been already
dyed red bythe tomatoes. I saw red roof, red
sky, red land, red peopleand even a red star
emerging earliest in the sky. Thismade me
panic. I guessed that there must be
somethingwrong with me. So I stood on the
roof and rubbed myeyes, just to find my hand
had turned red too. I stretchedmy hands over
my head and tried to find out in the glowof
sunset what had happened. At that moment,
there aflock of red bird suddenly flew over
my head like a lowcloud together with hollow
thunder. I turned my headand found, not far
away behind my back, the pile ofriprap was
covered in a layer of red dust where
somepeople as opaque as cicada's wings were
fighting closelyagainst each other, some
were falling off and standingup again among
a pool of blood, one was holding aspear in
his hand and a man with no legs was
creepingforward towards Cobbler Tang's
spring... While at thesame time, Tang was
doing what he usually did besidethe spring,
together with his young and beautiful
wife,not caring even a little about what was
happening in thegraveyard. Birds were flying
above in an uproar, and thenresting on the
high wall.., a beam of light was
shiningthrough the window in the wall
lighting up the sky. Iheard the loud
horrible cry, "Water, water, water... "
In a minute, my body sank into endless
red dust.
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