Category Archives: récits

photo de l’auteur One time we went to Courthézon. The name of the place always reminds me of cortisone, an anti-inflammatory drug used in hospitals. The station, the tracks, and the buildings were all desolate, the doors walled up, the paint peeling. The whole place had the appearance of having been abandoned for many years.ContinueContinue reading “My Catholic Girlfriend (8)”

photo de l’auteur She grew up in a Catholic family, so faith was present in her upbringing, even if it wasn’t always in her heart. Was faith in her heart? Sometimes I thought it must have been, sometimes I was a bit dubious. Did I think she was serious about her faith? I can’t say,ContinueContinue reading “My Catholic Girlfriend (5)”

photo de l’auteur 11 The time will come when what is not mine will remain not mine, and what is mine will no longer be mine. She, who is in my hands at this moment, will no longer be mine. There will be no more me, no more people, and no more world. There willContinueContinue reading “My Catholic Girlfriend (11)”

有段时间，我病得不轻。去看医生，医生把我转给另一个医生，那个医生又把我转给另一个，如此这般，最后那位医生叫 Sarah Waszkiewicz。Sarah 是个大高个子，说话时一口浑厚的女中音。因为她的名字不好念，诊所里的医护人员都叫她 Sarah W。我问她是不是波兰人——结果我猜对了。她点头说是的时候，我脑子里第一个跳出来的名字是瓦文萨，1990 到 1995 年间的波兰总统，也是诺贝尔和平奖得主……👆点击标题👆阅读全文

1 For quite a while, I was very sick. I went to see a doctor, who referred me to another doctor, who then referred me to another, and then yet another. I ended up seeing Sarah Waszkiewicz, a tall woman with a rich, alto voice. Since her name was hard to pronounce, everyone at theContinueContinue reading “Me Being a Patient One Day”

If There Be Countless Hundreds of Thousands of Myriads of Beings 1 One year, during the New Year, my family and I went to Puzhao Temple to burn incense. In the courtyard before the Guanyin Hall, around the great incense burner, the crowd pressed thick, blue smoke curling upward. I stood under the eaves behindContinueContinue reading “If There Be”

有一年过年，我和家人去普照寺烧香。观音殿的院里，香炉前，人头攢动，青烟袅袅。我站在山门后的屋檐下，阴凉里，右边门里面是那个护法韦陀，手按在剑上，眼圆睁着。

忽然间，我看见一个斗笠遮面的女子，高佻的个子，挺直的背，亭亭的步履，从南往北，在人群中施施而过。 就那么走过，若履无人之境，就好像院子里的香客，都是无形质之物，虚空一般…点击标题👆阅读全文👆

我中午十一点吃的饭，现在都过五点了。回去肯定要挨我妈骂了，说不定头上还要挨几下拐锉。又来了，你听见没有——那脚步声。就像有人在楼上来回走，先是从这一头走到那一头，然后安静下来。过一会儿，又反过来，从那头走到这一头。然后又从头开始。而且那声音跟平常听到的脚步声不一样——不是咚咚的，也不急，木地板也不吱呀响。👆点击故事标题👆阅读全文👆

1 Me and Kangyao are best friends, even though he’s one grade higher than me in junior high and I’m still in the fifth grade. Our classes are in two different locations too—mine’s in the Temple of Confucius at the foot of the hills and his is at the top of the hills in theContinueContinue reading “Footsteps in the Pavilion”

1 It had looked like it was going to rain when the day began. Large, slow-moving clouds had been gathering since early morning in the southeastern sky, blocking the rising sun. But as she came out of the daycare center after dropping off her five-year-old son and closed the red wooden door behind her, sheContinueContinue reading “Hills”