台湾陈启佑《永远的蝴蝶》俞花译

程赛男

Eternal Butterfly
By ChenQiyou（Taiwan）

        It was just raining, and the asphalt road was wet and cold, with green,yellow and red light flickering on it. Then we sheltered from the rain under an arcade, looking at green mailbox standing aross the street lonely. There was a letter to be sent to my mother in the South in the big pocket of my white windbreaker.
       Yingzi said that she would take the umbrella to post the letter for me. I nodded silently and handed the letter to her.
       "We only have a small umbrella." she said with a smile, holding the umbrella, ready to go across the street. The raindrops slipped from her umbrella on my glasses.
       But all were changed suddenly. With a screech of brakes, the entire life of Yingzi gently flied up, slowly falling on the wet ground, just like a butterfly at night.                  
       It was in Spring,however it seemed like late Autumn.
       She only went across to send the letter for me.I will never forget the scene,the simple motion throughout my life.
       I slowly opened my eyes, still stood vacantly under the arcade, with scalding tears in eyes. All the cars stopped, and the crowd swarmed into the middle of the road. No one knew that the person lying on the street is my “butterfly”. She was only five meters away, but it was so unbelievably far. The larger raindrops spattered on my glasses, and splashed into my life.
        Why? Just take one umbrella?
       However,I appeared to see that Yingzi, wearing white windbreaker, went silently across the street with an umbrella. She was to send the letter for me, a letter to my mother in the South. I stood blankly under the arcade. I saw perpetual Yingzi walking to the center of the street. In fact, it was raining not so hard, but of course it is the biggest rain in my whole life.
The letter was written such as below, “Mom, I'm going to marry Yingzi next month.”
       Do you know, my young Yingzi?

（Translated by Yu Hua  in Beijing）

       永远的蝴蝶
文 | (台湾)陈启佑   


       那时侯刚好下着雨，柏油路面湿冷冷的，还闪烁着青、黄、红颜色的灯火。我们就在骑楼下躲雨，看绿色的邮筒孤独地站在街的对面。我白色风衣的大口袋里有一封要寄给在南部的母亲的信。

       樱子说她可以撑伞过去帮我寄信。我默默点头，把信交给她。

       “谁叫我们只带来一把小伞哪。”她微笑着说，一面撑起伞，准备过马路去帮我寄信。从她伞骨滑下来的小雨点溅在我眼镜玻璃上。

       随着一阵拔尖的煞车声，樱子的一生轻轻地飞了起来，缓缓地，飘落在湿冷的街面，好象一只夜晚的蝴蝶。

       虽然是春天，好象已是深秋了。

        她只是过马路去帮我寄信。这简单的动作，却要叫我终身难忘了。我缓缓睁开眼，茫然站在骑楼下，眼里裹着滚烫的泪水。世上所有的车子都停了下了，人潮涌向马路中央。没有人知道那躺在街面的，就是我的蝴蝶。这时她只离我五公尺，竟是那么遥远。更大的雨点溅在我的眼镜上，溅到我的生命里来。

       为什么呢？只带一把雨伞？

       然而我又看到樱子穿着白色的风衣，撑着伞，静静地过马路了。她是要帮我寄信的，那，那是一封写给在南部的母亲的信，我茫然站在骑楼下，我又看到永远的樱子走到街心。其实雨下得并不大，却是一生一世中最大的一场雨。而那封信是这样写的，年轻的樱子知不知道呢？

       ：妈：我打算在下个月和樱子结婚 。

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