Author Archives: Yego

今天，8月25，吃晚饭的时候，听到 Dolly Parton 去世的新闻。我想说点什么，可一开口，声音就颤了起来，嗓子也哑了，眼睛开始发潮，几乎就要轻轻地抽泣起来。我不想让妻子看见我这个样子，只好拼命把情绪掩饰过去。到底掩饰住了没有，我也不知道
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me, my bmx, ‘n my skateboard I learned of Dolly Parton’s passing tonight at the dinner table. I tried to say something, but my voice trembled and became hoarse, my eyes grew moist, and I found myself teetering on the edge of a soft sob. I didn’t want my wife to see me like that,ContinueContinue reading “BMX Biking with Jolene”

一个陌生人。看上去很年轻。年轻到什么程度？你要是仔细看，甚至还能从她的神情里看出些许未成人的样子——一丝不自信感，些丝疑虑，仿佛对自己这么年轻就要走进成年人的世界，甚至走进做母亲这件事，还没有完全准备好。再看那张嘴，那两片微微开启着的嘴唇，前面那些让人想到成熟感的东西，又都瞬间又消失了，余下的唯有未经世事的天真与稚气。
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1 I’m looking at this picture of this young woman, probably taken when she was twenty-five, or no older than twenty-six. Lately, I’ve been looking at it quite a bit. But the more I look at it, the more confused I become. I don’t mean I’m getting confused about the identity of the person inContinueContinue reading “Portrait of a Stranger”

快到中午的时候，我的另一个表亲也到表哥家来看我。是个跟我同岁的姑娘。身体结实而丰满，浑身都是青春活力，一双眼睛亮闪闪的，笑起来让人忍不住跟着她笑。

在这以前，我知道自己有一个女表亲，知道去洛阳要见到她。可我当时心理上根本没有准备好。对我来说表姐只是个概念而已。谁会想到表姐居然会是一个热得跟太阳一样的年轻女子，会是个人一出场，就把你心里原有的东西全都弄得颠三倒四的女子
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1. Little Devils and Knuckle Raps Growing up, we had no idea our mother was Hakka; we didn’t even know she was Cantonese, from the Province of Canton. We were aware that her looks weren’t exactly like those of the people around us, and that her speech wasn’t exactly like everyone else’s at the hospitalContinueContinue reading “Growing Up Hakka in Non-Hakka Land”

那时候，我们一家住在萨默维尔。有课的日子，坐高地街的公交，到戴维斯换乘地铁红线进城。第一天进城去上课，站在戴维斯地铁站台上等车时，忽然瞅见脚下那些铺地的红砖上刻着字。我感觉好奇，便慢慢后退，一便退，一边识读刻在红砖地上字。不知情的人，以为我不小心掉了个小镍币，在站台上来回找。只不过，我找的不是硬币，而是字。一个词认出来了，又认出一个；一行连起来了，又是一行。没多久，我意识到，自己是在读一首刻在地上的诗。

I’m nobody; are you nobody too?
Then there’s a pair of us.
Hush! Or they’ll banish us, you know.

我是个普通人；你也是吗？
那就有一对了。
嘘！别吱声，不然会被赶出去。
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I was in Boston in 1997, just out of grad school, with no book titles under my belt and little teaching experience. All I had was a terminal degree, which every Jack and Jill in the shared office for adjunct faculty seemed to have. I was, to put it another way, a nobody. I alsoContinueContinue reading “My Run-in with Emily”

你今晚好吗？你的脸好苍白。真希望我能为你做点什么。也许，总有一天，我会找到一个办法，把你从我记忆这间暗房里放出来。到那一天，你终于有了自由，像一只蝴蝶，轻轻试着拍动你那双许久未用透明的翅膀。与光明隔绝那么多年，再一次看见阳光，你一定很高兴吧！我也为你高兴，但也很难过。因为我知道，到那个时候，我就只能站在那里，无能为力地望着你，看着你举翅，轻轻飞起，越飞越远，最后消失在远方，再也不回来
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