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第46章 Answers

Bei Dao

Cruelty is the ID pass of the cruel,

Honesty the grave stone of the honest.

Look,in the sky plated gold,

crooked reflections of all the dead float around.

The glacial epoch is over,

so why is there ice everywhere?

Good Hope was rounded a long time ago,

so where are these thousands of boats racing on the Dead Sea?

I came into this world

with only blank pages,rope and my fingers;

therefore,before final judgements are given,

I need to speak in all the voices of the defendants.

Just let me say,world,

I—don’t—believe!

If a thousand challengers are under your feet

count me as challenger one-thousand-and-one.

I don’t believe the sky is always blue;

I don’t believe it was thunder echoing;

I don’t believe all dreaming is false;

I don’t believe the dead cannot bring judgement.

If the sea is doomed someday to break its levees

my heart must flood with all the bitter waters.

If the land is destined to form the hills again,

let real human beings learn to choose the higher ground.

The latest,favorable turnings,the twinkling stars

studding the naked sky,

are pictographs five-thousand years old.

They are the eyes of the future staring at us now.

回 答

北 岛

卑鄙是卑鄙者的通行证,

高尚是高尚者的墓志铭,

看吧,在那镀金的天空中,

飘满了死者弯曲的倒影。

冰川纪过去了,

为什么到处都是冰凌?

好望角发现了,

为什么死海里千帆相竞?

我来到这个世界上,

只带着纸、绳索和身影,

为了在审判之前,

宣读那些被判决的声音。

告诉你吧,世界

我—不—相—信!

纵使你脚下有一千名挑战者,

那就把我算作第一千零一名。

我不相信天是蓝的,

我不相信雷的回声,

我不相信梦是假的,

我不相信死无报应。

如果海洋注定要决堤,

就让所有的苦水都注入我心中,

如果陆地注定要上升,

就让人类重新选择生存的峰顶。

新的转机和闪闪星斗,

正在缀满没有遮拦的天空。

那是五千年的象形文字,

那是未来人们凝视的眼睛。

背景知识

北岛,原名赵振开,祖籍浙江湖州,生于北京。1969年当建筑工人,后在某公司工作。80年代末移居国外。北岛的诗歌创作开始于十年动乱后期,反映了从迷惘到觉醒的一代青年的心声,十年动乱的荒诞现实,造成了诗人独特的冷抒情方式——出奇的冷静和深刻的思辨性。

诗中许多意象具有鲜明的色彩感和强烈的象征性。特别是“死海里千帆相竞”,就是对文革十年群魔乱舞、人妖颠倒、是非不分、白色恐怖、正义不彰的高度概括。诗中最撼人心魄的是诗人对黑暗势力的连珠炮般的轰击,那么激烈而坚定,那一连串“不相信”所代表的正是善良与正义的呼声,也代表了人民的不可欺、历史的大浪淘沙。在诗的最后也表现了诗人对于未来的美好向往,对于人民的坚定信心。

单词注解

float [flEut] 漂浮,浮动

glacial [5^leisjEl] 冰冷的;冷淡的

defendant [di5fendEnt] 【律】被告

pictograph [5piktE^rB:f] 象形文字

名句诵读

Cruelty is the ID pass of the cruel,Honesty the grave stone of the honest. Look,in the sky plated gold,crooked reflections of all the dead float around.

Just let me say,world,I—don’t—believe!If a thousand challengers are under your feetcount me as challenger one-thousand-and-one.

I don’t believe the sky is always blue;I don’t believe it was thunder echoing;I don’t believe all dreaming is false;I don’t believe the dead cannot bring judgement.