我们的节日

樊功生

回村的路

不远也不近

他和她 一前一后

他 只想着一个事

她 想着很多事

唯独不敢想那个事

可那事儿还是发生了... 

人们一直在指责他

更多的人在指责她

四十多年了

还在相互厮守

不离半步

连自己的孩儿们

也不大来了

每年到了这天

他给她酙上一小杯地瓜酒

知道也就在此时

她会抿上几口

说些胡话：

老头子啊

甭管那些嚼舌根的

今天是咱俩的日子 

喝吧...

The day

By Ken Fan

The road back to the village,

Neither too long nor short.

He and she, front and back.

He, only thinks about one thing,

And she, thinks about many things,

Except for that thing.

But that thing still has happened.

People have been denouncing him ever since,

And even more to her.

Already four decades now,

Still they stick together, 

Every single minute. 

Even the kids are seldom here anymore. 

Each year on this day, 

He would hand her a small cup of cheap liqueur, 

Knowing only then she would take a sip, 

And say a few silly things:

Oh old man, 

Don't bother with those nonsense, 

Today's our day, 

Keep drinking...