** 原文《我是一个随意的孩子》顾城著 **
** 译者 梅话三打 — 梅姐姐译**
** 译文《 I am a Spoiled Boy》by Gu Cheng **
I am a spoiled boy by my mom，
At will .
I wish ,
Every Moment ,
Were as beautiful as colorful crayons .
I wish ,
I can paint on my lovely white papers,
Leaving an awkward free will.
Leaving an eye
That will never cry .
There is another sky .
The sky has feathers and leaves,
Leaving an apple and an apple-green night.
I want to paint a morning.
Leaving some fine dewdrops,
I can see smiles through them .
I want to paint the youngest age ,
leaving beautiful love without pains.
In my dream world ,
My lover ,
she has never seen black clouds before.
She has an eye like the blue sky .
She will keep an eye on me forever,
will never stop.
She will never turn around , leaving me alone .
I want to paint far- away landscapes.
Leaving a clear skyline and water ripples,
Leaving plenty of rivers.
Leaving mountains ,
with light and complete feathers .
I want to make them come close ,
make them fall in love .
Every silence ,
and every surprise in silent spring , will never go down.
It would be every flower’s birthday surprise .
I want to paint a bright future .
I have never seen her, and will never see her,
But I know she is so beautiful .
I want to paint her coats in autumn day ,
Leaving some bright lights and autumn leaves,
Leaving a go-on heart ,
for loving her a lot .
I want to paint a wedding day ,
Leaving every early morning, we wake up in holidays
with colorful wrappers and Chinese northern paintings
on windows’ glasses.
I am a spoiled boy.
I want to erase all kinds of unfortunate memories.
I want to lie on the land
with all kinds of paintings on windows’ glasses.
I want to make all eyes in the dark ,
enjoy bright lights.
I want to paint winds,
Leaving big mountains , one by one ,
Leaving wishes of the east nation.
Leaving a big sea
with endless joyful voices.
At last , in a corner , on my white paper,
I want to paint my shadow.
Leaving a koala bear ,
he is sitting in a far-away forest with dark color by Victoria,
Sitting on a tree branch , silently ,
will never cry .
There is no home
without a far-away heart out there.
He has , has only many beautiful dreams
as colorful berry fruits,
and a big , and big eye .
I wish ,
I wonder ,
I don’t know why ?
I have no crayons .
Have no colorful moment .
I have , have only myself
with all my fingers and my pains .
I can only tear my lovely white papers , one by one .
I want to make them look for their butterflies .
I want to make them disappear at this moment .
I am a boy .
I wonder , if I am a spoiled boy by my mom ,
at will .