我在好幾篇小說(shuō)中都提到過(guò)一座廢棄的古園，實(shí)際就是地壇。許多年前旅游業(yè)還沒(méi)有開(kāi)展，園子荒蕪冷落得如同一片野地，很少被人記起。

In a number of my stories, I’ve referred to an antiquated park: in fact, this is the Temple of Earth Park. Some years ago, before tourism had developed much, it was as desolate and neglected as a wasteland. People seldom gave it a thought.

地壇離我家很近�；蛘哒f(shuō)我家離地壇很近�？傊�，只好認(rèn)為這是緣分。

The Temple of Earth wasn’t far from my home, or perhaps it’s better to say my home wasn’t far from it. All in all, I felt I was related to it by fate.

地壇在我出生前四百多年就坐落在那兒了，而自從我的祖母年輕時(shí)帶著我父親來(lái)到北京，就一直住在離它不遠(yuǎn)的地方——五十多年間搬過(guò)幾次家，可搬來(lái)搬去總是在它周?chē)�，而且是越搬離它越近了。我常覺(jué)得這中間有著宿命的味道：仿佛這古園就是為了等我，而歷盡滄桑在那兒等待了四百多年。

It had reposed there for four hundred years before my birth, and ever since, when my grandmother was a young woman, she had taken my father to live in Beijing, my family had lived near it: in more than fifty years, my family had moved several times, but always to a place in its vicinity. Each time, we moved closer to it. I often felt this was something foreordained—as if this old park were waiting especially for me: it seemed it had been waiting for four hundred years—through all the tumultuous changes of those centuries.

它等待我出生，然后又等待我活到最狂妄的年齡上忽地殘廢了雙腿。四百多年里，它剝蝕了古殿檐頭浮夸的琉璃，淡褪了門(mén)壁上炫耀的朱紅，坍圮了一段段高墻又散落了玉砌雕欄，祭壇四周的老柏樹(shù)愈見(jiàn)蒼幽，到處的野草荒藤也都茂盛得自在坦蕩。

It had waited for me to be born, and then it had waited for me to be suddenly crippled in both legs during my wildly ambitious youth. In those four hundred years, it had been denuded of the colored glazes on the eaves of its old temple, the glorious vermilion of its gates and walls had faded, the high walls had collapsed, pieces of jade inlaid into the pillars had loosened and scattered, yet old dark green cypress trees surrounding the altar had become more and more serene, and everywhere, weeds and vines flourished with abandon.

這時(shí)候想必我是該來(lái)了。十五年前的一個(gè)下午，我搖著輪椅進(jìn)入園中，它為一個(gè)失魂落魄的人把一切都準(zhǔn)備好了。那時(shí)，太陽(yáng)循著亙古不變的路途正越來(lái)越大，也越紅。在滿園彌漫的沉靜光芒中，一個(gè)人更容易看到時(shí)間，并看見(jiàn)自己的身影。

It was about the right time for me to come here. When the park was finally ready for me—a man at loose ends—I maneuvered my wheelchair into the park for the first time. The sun—on its ancient, unchanged path—was just growing bigger, and redder. In the still rays of light suffusing the park, it was easy for a person to see the time, and easy to see his own shadow.

自從那個(gè)下午我無(wú)意中進(jìn)了這園子，就再?zèng)]長(zhǎng)久地離開(kāi)過(guò)它。我一下子就理解了它的意圖。正如我在一篇小說(shuō)中所說(shuō)的：“在人口密聚的城市里，有這樣一個(gè)寧?kù)o的去處，像是上帝的苦心安排�！�

Beginning with that afternoon when I happened to go to this park, I’ve never been away from it for long. I understood at once why it was there. As I said in one story, “In a densely populated city, it’s as if God painstakingly arranged for a place as serene as this.”

兩條腿殘廢后的最初幾年，我找不到工作，找不到去路，忽然間幾乎什么都找不到了，我就搖了輪椅總是到它那兒去，僅為著那兒是可以逃避一個(gè)世界的另一個(gè)世界。The first few years after I was crippled, I couldn’t find work: I had no future; all of a sudden, it was almost as though I couldn’t find anything. And so I wheeled myself to the park almost every day: it was another world, one where I could escape this world.

我在那篇小說(shuō)中寫(xiě)道：“沒(méi)處可去我便一天到晚耗在這園子里。跟上班下班一樣，別人去上班我就搖了輪椅到這兒來(lái)。園子無(wú)人看管，上下班時(shí)間有些抄近路的人們從園中穿過(guò)，園子里活躍一陣，過(guò)后便沉寂下來(lái)�！� I wrote in one story, “With no place to go, I used to spend the whole day in the park every day: other people went to work; I went to the park. It was an abandoned park. When it was time to go to work or time to go home, people took shortcuts through the park, and it became animated for a while. Afterwards, it was still.”

“園墻在金晃晃的空氣中斜切下一溜蔭涼，我把輪椅開(kāi)進(jìn)去，把椅背放倒，坐著或是躺著，看書(shū)或者想事，撅一杈樹(shù)枝左右拍打，驅(qū)趕那些和我一樣不明白為什么要來(lái)這世上的小昆蟲(chóng)。”“In the dazzling golden sunlight, the park’s wall provided shade: I wheeled myself over there, put the back of the wheelchair down, and—either sitting or lying down—I read or thought. I would break off a cypress twig and drive away the insects who didn’t know any better than I did why they had been born in this world.”

“蜂兒如一朵小霧穩(wěn)穩(wěn)地停在半空；螞蟻搖頭晃腦捋著觸須，猛然間想透了什么，轉(zhuǎn)身疾行而去；瓢蟲(chóng)爬得不耐煩了，累了祈禱一回便支開(kāi)翅膀，忽悠一下升空了；樹(shù)干上留著一只蟬蛻，寂寞如一間空屋；露水在草葉上滾動(dòng)，聚集，壓彎了草葉轟然墜地摔開(kāi)萬(wàn)道金光。”“A bee like a tiny piece of mist hung on in midair; an ant was deep in thought, its head wagging and its antennae quivering, and then, all of a sudden, it must have come up with the right answer, for it turned back and scudded off; the ladybug climbed around wearily, stopped to pray for a while, and then, flapping its wings, suddenly soared to the sky; on the tree trunk there was one cicada, as lonely as an empty room; dew rolled around on the leaves of weeds, and then coalesced, weighing the leaves down until they broke into thousands of rays of golden light.”

“滿園子都是草木競(jìng)相生長(zhǎng)弄出的響動(dòng)，窸窸窣窣片刻不息�！边@都是真實(shí)的記錄，園子荒蕪但并不衰敗�！癟he whole park was astir with the sound of weeds, bushes, and trees growing, all shattering ceaselessly�！� This was all true: the park was a wasteland, but far from going downhill.

除去幾座殿堂我無(wú)法進(jìn)去，除去那座祭壇我不能上去而只能從各個(gè)角度張望它，地壇的每一棵樹(shù)下我都去過(guò)，差不多它的每一米草地上都有過(guò)我的車(chē)輪印。無(wú)論是什么季節(jié)，什么天氣，什么時(shí)間，我都在這園子里呆過(guò)。

Aside from some buildings that I had no way to enter, aside from the altar that I had no way to reach but could only gaze at from every possible vantage point, I had been under every tree in the park, and my chair’s wheel-prints were left on almost every meter of grass. I had spent time in this park in all seasons, all kinds of weather, and all times of the day.

有時(shí)候呆一會(huì)兒就回家，有時(shí)候就呆到滿地上都亮起月光。記不清都是在它的哪些角落里了，我一連幾小時(shí)專(zhuān)心致志地想關(guān)于死的事，也以同樣的耐心和方式想過(guò)我為什么要出生。

Sometimes, I stayed only a short time and then went home; sometimes, I stayed until the entire ground was alight with moonbeams. I don’t remember which corners of the park I was in then.

這樣想了好幾年，最后事情終于弄明白了：一個(gè)人，出生了，這就不再是一個(gè)可以辯論的問(wèn)題，而只是上帝交給他的一個(gè)事實(shí)；上帝在交給我們這件事實(shí)的時(shí)候，已經(jīng)順便保證了它的結(jié)果，所以死是一件不必急于求成的事，死是一個(gè)必然會(huì)降臨的節(jié)日。

For several hours in a row, I was totally absorbed in thinking about death, and just as patiently, I pondered why I had to be born. This kind of thinking went on for quite a few years until I finally understood: a person’s birth isn’t a question for debate, but is the reality handed to him by God. When God hands us this reality, he has already incidentally assured its end, so death is something one needn’t be anxious to bring about; death is a festival that is sure to befall you.

這樣想過(guò)之后我安心多了，眼前的一切不再那么可怕。比如你起早熬夜準(zhǔn)備考試的時(shí)候，忽然想起有一個(gè)長(zhǎng)長(zhǎng)的假期在前面等待你，你會(huì)不會(huì)覺(jué)得輕松一點(diǎn)？并且慶幸并且感激這樣的安排？

After thinking this through, I felt greatly relieved: nothing would ever be so frightening again. Let me put it this way: just think, when you get up early and stay up late preparing for an exam, and suddenly it occurs to you that—just ahead—a long vacation is waiting for you, don’t you feel a little better? And aren’t you happy and grateful for this arrangement?

剩下的就是怎樣活的問(wèn)題了，這卻不是在某一個(gè)瞬間就能完全想透的、不是一次性能夠解決的事，怕是活多久就要想它多久了，就像是伴你終生的魔鬼或戀人。

All that’s left is the question of how to live, but this is not something you can think through in an instant, not something that you can solve once and for all: you have to think about it your whole life, however long that is. It’s a demon or a lover who is your lifelong companion.

所以，十五年了，我還是總得到那古園里去，去它的老樹(shù)下或荒草邊或頹墻旁，去默坐，去呆想，去推開(kāi)耳邊的嘈雜理一理紛亂的思緒，去窺看自己的心魂。十五年中，這古園的形體被不能理解它的人肆意雕琢，幸好有些東西是任誰(shuí)也不能改變它的。

And so, for fifteen years, I had to go to this old park, go under the old trees or next to the neglected weeds or beside the dilapidated walls, sit in silence or think blankly, break through the feelings of chaotic disarray that were all around me, and peep at my soul. In fifteen years, people who didn’t understand this old park had wantonly altered some of its design and structure. Fortunately, there were some things that no one could change about it.

譬如祭壇石門(mén)中的落日，寂靜的光輝平鋪的一刻，地上的每一個(gè)坎坷都被映照得燦爛；譬如在園中最為落寞的時(shí)間，一群雨燕便出來(lái)高歌，把天地都叫喊得蒼涼；譬如冬天雪地上孩子的腳印，總讓人猜想他們是誰(shuí)，曾在哪兒做過(guò)些什么、然后又都到哪兒去了；

For example, when the setting sun moves to the spot inside the stone arch of the altar, its rays spread across the ground and each rough spot on the ground is resplendent in the sunshine; or at the loneliest time in the park, a flock of swallows comes out and sings, their desolate song filling the space between heaven and earth; or the footprints children make in the snow in the wintertime, always leading people to wonder who they are, what they are doing there, and where they are going;

譬如那些蒼黑的古柏，你憂郁的時(shí)候它們鎮(zhèn)靜地站在那兒，你欣喜的時(shí)候它們依然鎮(zhèn)靜地站在那兒，它們沒(méi)日沒(méi)夜地站在那兒，從你沒(méi)有出生一直站到這個(gè)世界上又沒(méi)了你的時(shí)候；

For example, the dark old cypresses: when you’re feeling melancholy, they are standing there sedately, and when you’re feeling happy, they are still standing there sedately—they’ve stood there since before you were born and will go on standing there until you are no longer in this world;

譬如暴雨驟臨園中，激起一陣陣灼烈而清純的草木和泥土的氣味，讓人想起無(wú)數(shù)個(gè)夏天的事件；譬如秋風(fēng)忽至，再有一場(chǎng)早霜，落葉或飄搖歌舞或坦然安臥，滿園中播散著熨帖而微苦的味道。

Or a sudden rainstorm in the park touches off a pure green and muddy earth scent, giving rise to memories of countless summer occurrences; or the autumn wind suddenly arrives, and there is an early frost, and falling leaves or tottering singing and dancing or calm and quiet sleep: the park is pervaded with an atmosphere of tranquility and a little bitterness.

味道是最說(shuō)不清楚的，味道不能寫(xiě)只能聞，要你身臨其境去聞才能明了。味道甚至是難于記憶的，只有你又聞到它你才能記起它的全部情感和意蘊(yùn)。所以我常常要到那園子里去。

Atmosphere is the most difficult thing to explain. My words can’t convey this atmosphere; you have to be there and smell it for yourself. It’s hard to remember, too: only when you smell it again will it bring back all the feelings connected with it. And so I must often go back to this park.