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洗碑——许辉 罗永才被第一声鸡叫叫醒。他知道时间还早,春天的鸡都叫得早。翻身靠起来,他看见了手腕上的表——春夜总是半昏半明的,窗外总有些微散光——才凌晨两点半钟。他感觉自己醒得那么彻底,几乎一点睡意都没有了,索性穿了上衣,在半昏半暗里点了根烟吸着。就在这时,外面的世界里像是有了点扰动,好在春夜总是这样的,春夜里总是有一些惊动,惊乍乍的,有一些梦呓的声音,其实完全不成一回事的。但罗永才还是下了床,开门出去看看,听听。 也就在去年,季候比现在略早一些,自然界也已走在春气里了,张立光跟林秀芳夫妻来看他,张立光讲,“永才,快到清明了,你不是想洗一块碑吗?要洗就上山王洗去,俺听讲那里的石头好,又有个叫王麻子的匠人,手艺好,就是价钱贵一些。”罗永才讲,“贵不贵也就是那么回事了。”临走,林秀芳掏出二百元钱给他,罗永才不要,林秀芳讲:“这又不是你一个人的事。”讲着,眼泪就要下来了。罗永才接了钱。他第二天就请了假,去了山王。 山王在青谷镇东北的山脚下边。再往右手走,走不到三十里地,就是高滩。罗永才早上出门,先坐车到青谷镇——这也就二十来华里——再搭小三轮,走四五里地就到山王了。但真正的山王那个村,是在山脚下边,离了公路,还得步行一两里地,才得到。 那会儿春气已盛,艳阳高照。人在这时候,满眼望出去,都觉舒坦。罗永才在公路边下了三轮,往山王村步行而去。这一带是平原上突兀耸立起来的一片小山头,但毕竟是山,因此下了公路,脚下的碎石山土便多了起来,愈走愈多,山的气氛也渐浓了,地势也有点往高里去了,路两边的一些大树,都叫不出名字来,但那些树恐怕是适合在山土里生,山地里长的,都拔地而起,枝干粗壮,有一种强悍奔放的气势,各各踞守一方。 罗永才左右看着,一路往山村那里去。 山村也有些稀零,左三间右五室的,前后散乱,都趴在山脚下边。那些房子大都是些砖瓦房,墙基一律拿石头垒的,山上有的是石头,院墙埂界也都由片石蜿蜒而上,甚有特色。 快入庄的时候,罗永才望见路畔有个中年人,四十来岁,正蜷了腿,坐在路边打石头,便近前去问:“这位师傅,你可知道王麻子家住在哪里?”那个中年人停了手里的家伙,开口道:“王麻子今儿个不在家。”“上哪里去了?”“上青谷他表姨家送喜碑去了。”“什么时候才能回来?”“既是送喜碑,那还不得小傍晚回来?”罗永才一愣,一时没有话讲。那中年汉子望望他,起手打了两锤,又止了锤,道:“这位同志是买碑来的呗?”罗永才讲:“想洗一块碑,不知他这里价钱咋样。”那汉子道:“王麻子他是挣个名气钱,他那石头倒也真好,手艺,倒也真好,他也是挣个名气钱。”罗永才讲:“他名气钱值多少?”“值多少?你觉得他值多少,他就值多少,上这块来洗碑的,都是讲个心情,不讲究钱多钱少的,多了,是个心情,少了,也是个心情,这个就讲不准了。”罗永才听他讲得在理,又不知回他什么话好,半晌才讲:“那是的。”又讲:“那也得有个价钱。”“有,两米的,八九百块;半米的,两三百块。”罗永才点点头,问明了王麻子的住处,就往庄里去了。 王麻子的家靠在庄头边上,房子也不是什么很好的房子,倒有点显得破破烂烂的,一个破院框子,里头乱放着各种大小石料。那时庄里没有什么人影,想再找个人打听打听也找不到。罗永才兀自进了那个破院框子,见那正房的两扇门紧锁着,锁也是老式铜锁了,将军牌的,铜面叫手磨得光滑,打门缝往里头瞅瞅,那房大概是个没开窗户的,里头半星光亮都没有。罗永才退到一块石料上,点了根烟吸,心想:今儿个白跑一趟了。却也不觉着损失什么。吸着烟,呆眼望那破院框子外头的野坡杂树,心间真是各样感觉都没有,只觉着春阳渐暖,寒气消散,万物都在顶撞、爬升。坐了一气,便起身回蒿沟县城了。
The Nightingale and the Rose "She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses,'' cried the young Student,"but in all my garden there is red rose.'' Fome her nest in the oak tree the Nightingale heard him and she looked out through the leaves and wondered. "No red rose in all my garden/'' he cried,and his beautiful eyes filled with tears."Ah,I have read allthat the wise men have written,and all the secrets of philosophy are mine,yet for a red rose my life is made wretched.'' "Here at last is a true lover,''said the Nightingale."Night after night have I sung of him,and now I see him.'' "The Prince gives a ball tomorrow night,''murmured the young Student,"and my love will be there.If bring her a red rose she will dance with me tilll dawn.I shall hold her in my arms,and she will lean her head upon my shoulder.But there is no red rose in my garden,so I shall sit sit lonely and my heart will break.'' "Here.indeed,is the true lover,''said the Nightingale.Surely love is a wonderful thing.It is more precious than emeralds andopals. "The musicians will play upon their stringed instruments,''said the young Student,"and my love will dance to the sound of the harp and the violin.She will dance in his hands,and wept. "Why is he weeping?''asked a green Liard,as he ran past him with his face in his tail in the air. "Why,indeed?'' whispered a Daisy to his neighbor,in a soft,low voice. "He is weping for a red rose,''said the Nightingale. "For a red rose?''they cried,"how very ridculous/'' and the little Lizard who was something of a cynic,laughed outright.But the Nightingale understood the Student's sorrow,and sat silent in the Oak-tree. Suddenly she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air.She passed through the grove like a shadow and like a shadow and like a shadow she saild across the garden. In the centre of the grass-plot stoood a beautiful Rose-tree,and when she saw it she flew over to it."Give me a a red rose,she cried,"and I will sing you my sweetest song .'' But the Tree shook its head. "mY ROSES ARE WHITE,''It answered,"as white as the foam of the sea,and whiter than the snow upon the mountain.But go to my brother who grows roundthe old sun-dial,and perhaps will give you what you want.'' So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing round the old sun-dial. "Give me a red rose,''she cried,"and I will sing you my sweetest song.''But the Tee shook its head. "My roses are yellow,''it answwered,"as yellow as the hair of the mermaiden,and yellower than the daffodil that bloons in the meadow.But go to my brother who brother who grows beaneath the Student's window,and perhaps he will ggive you what you want.'' So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree That was growing beneath the Student's window. Give me a red rose ,"she cried ,"and I will sing you my sweetest song .''But the TreeShook its head. "My roses are red,''it answered ,"asred as the feet of the dove ,and redder than the great fans of coral. But the winter haschilled my veins,and the frost has nipped my buds,and the storm has broken my branches,and Ishall have no roses at all this year.''
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