双语朗诵

《春天，母亲的身影》

作者:静水流深

中文朗诵： 阿庆

英文朗诵： 一萌

春草，在北方的山野萌动，朦朦胧胧，诱惑母亲蹒跚的脚步。溪水浸透冰封的小河，嬉笑着融化晶莹剔透的积雪。

风很轻盈，阳光温暖。母亲弯下腰，在山坡上寻觅着。漫山遍野,还没有染绿。树还是有点凄凉,光秃秃的枝干。偶尔一群山雀,掠过天空,栖息在枯瘦的树丫。母亲没有在意它们，自顾野地里的绿色。

一缕青草的馨香，沿着山坡，轻轻袭来。母亲直起腰，喘息着，好像要把这青草的呼吸吞下去。我远远的喊她，好像柔美的山雾，陶醉了母亲,她回眸张望，像是专注的聆听风语，没有理会我。接着俯下身子,慢慢移动着。

远远望去，母亲花白的头发，被春风浮起。此时，我想起年轻时母亲的黑发，朦胧湿润的眼睛，母亲喜爱这乍暖还寒的春天，喜欢山间的小径，钟爱春天的绿色柔情。母亲是大山里长大的，她对山有着厚重的情感。山里的各种蘑菇，野菜，野花，母亲知道的很多......

正午的阳光，洒满山野，母亲还躬着身子，一直深情的触摸她钟爱的山地。山风，在崎岖的山路，蜿蜒着，回旋着，浮起母亲的衣角，吹乱她的白发。她直起身子，仰望着太阳，嘴角拂过一丝微笑，喃喃的说着什么，或者是在哼着山歌。

此时，我忘记了尘世上所有的美景，只看见，远离城市喧嚣的山峦，挺立着母亲春天的身躯。母亲最爱这清秀的北方大山，最爱山峦的晨雾，最爱山村静幽淡宁的夜晚，最爱春天萌发的山珍。

早春，最先破土而出的，就是在春风中恣意生长的山野菜了。它们曾经养育了饥饿的山里人，母亲便是艰难岁月的受惠者。而现在，野菜早已不是山里人生存的食物，而是城里人的山珍了。

我看见母亲，拎着一筐的山野菜，慢慢走来.....

《Spring,  Mother's Silhouette》

     The misty spring grass was sprouting in the northern mountains, irresistible to Mother as she moved in slow and hesitant steps. The nearby stream flowed and spread across the frozen river, giggling and melting the sparkling ice and snow. 

     The wind was breezy and sun light warm on the skin. Mother bent over, searching th e grass. The green was still patchy on the slopes and trees barren. Once in a while, a flock of chickadees would fly over the horizon and land on the stripped branches. Mother paid no attention, entirely focused on the green in front of her. 

    Down the slope with the wind came the delightful fragrance of the spring grass. Mother straightened up and took some deep breath as if to take in the sweetness of the fresh green. I called her from a distance, my voice soft，husky and intoxicating like the mountain mist. Mother glanced over, as if listening to the whisper of the wind. She then ignored me and bent down again, moving around slowly.

    From the distance, I could see Mother’s gray hair fluttering in the breeze. An image of her youthful self with lusty black hair came to my mind. It caught me by surprise and got me misty-eyed. Mother loved the early spring when the days were still cold though getting warmer. She loved the winding trails and the gentle beauty of the spring mountains. Mother grew up in those mountains, and her affection for the peaks and valleys was profound. She knew so much about the mushrooms, edible herbs and wild flowers, and much more.

  The slopes basked in the high noon sun. Mother bent over, caressing the land she felt akin to. The mountain breeze, winding and whirling along the rugged trails, lifted Mother’s hemline and ruffled her gray hair. She straightened her back again and looked towards the sun, smiles curling her lips. Maybe she’s murmuring to herself or humming a folk song. 

     For a moment, all the earthly beauty of this world looked pale against the image of my mother standing on that mountain slope. She’s so removed from the clamoring of urban life and her silhouette an embodiment of spring. She’s surrounded by what she loved the most about the northern mountains: the elegant beauty, the dreamy morning mist, the peaceful night and the sprouting spring treasure.

   The edible wild herbs were the first to germinate and break through the soil as the early spring breeze arrived. They used to provide for the hungry villagers, and Mother was a beneficiary during those hard times. Nowadays, wild herbs were no longer the food sustaining the livelihood of those living in the mountains. Instead, they became the treasured delicacies of the city dwellers.

  Here came my mother, unhurried and dream-like, carrying a full basket of edible wild herbs…… Spring,  Mother's SilhouetteSpring,  Mother's SilhouetteSpring,  Mother's SilhouetteSpring,  Mother's Silhouette.

作者 静水流深:祖籍山东莱州，辽宁省丹东市生人,创作《无字碑歌》等大量诗歌散文,在网络广为传诵。静水流深微信:498919245，公众号:lsyszzwk.

英文朗诵者简介：

一萌，商务工作者，朗诵爱好者，一个以声音艺术搭建友谊与文化交流的使者。

中文朗诵者简介：房惠庆（网名阿庆）自幼学习朗诵，师承上海电影译制片厂胡庆汉老师，曾获上海市青年朗诵大赛银奖，秉承“灵魂塑造声音，声音敲击灵魂”的朗诵理念，执着探索演诵之路的前行者。