尾聲 Epilogue

尾聲Epilogue

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呼蘭河這小城裡邊，以前住著我的祖父，現在埋著我的祖父。In the little town of Hulan, my grandfather once lived; now my grandfather lies buried there.

呼兰河这小城里边，以前住著我的祖父，现在埋著我的祖父。

我生的時候，祖父已經六十多歲了，我長到四五歲，祖父就快七十了。When I was born, Grandfather was already over sixty; by the time I was four or five, he was nearly seventy.我還沒有長到二十歲，祖父就七八十歲了。Before I had even reached twenty, Grandfather was already in his late seventies.祖父一過了八十，祖父就死了。Once Grandfather passed eighty, he died.

我生的时候，祖父已经六十多岁了，我长到四五岁，祖父就快七十了。我还没有长到二十岁，祖父就七八十岁了。祖父一过了八十，祖父就死了。

從前那後花園的主人，而今不見了。The master of the back garden in former days is now gone.老主人死了，小主人逃荒去了。The old master died, and the young mistress fled from famine.

从前那后花园的主人，而今不见了。老主人死了，小主人逃荒去了。

那園裡的蝴蝶，螞蚱，蜻蜓，也許還是年年仍舊，也許現在完全荒涼了。The butterflies, grasshoppers, and dragonflies in that garden may still return year after year as before—or perhaps it is utterly desolate now.

那园里的蝴蝶，蚂蚱，蜻蜓，也许还是年年仍旧，也许现在完全荒凉了。

小黃瓜，大倭瓜，也許還是年年地種著，也許現在根本沒有了。Perhaps cucumbers and great yellow squashes are still planted there every year—or perhaps there are none at all now.

小黄瓜，大倭瓜，也许还是年年地种著，也许现在根本没有了。

那早晨的露珠是不是還落在花盆架上，那午間的太陽是不是還照著那大向日葵，那黃昏時候的紅霞是不是還會一會工夫會變出來一匹馬來，一會工夫會變出來一匹狗來，那麼變著。Does the morning dew still fall upon the flowerpot stand? Does the noonday sun still shine upon that great sunflower? Do the crimson clouds at dusk still change, now into a horse and, a moment later, into a dog, shifting so from shape to shape?

那早晨的露珠是不是还落在花盆架上，那午间的太阳是不是还照著那大向日葵，那黄昏时候的红霞是不是还会一会工夫会变出来一匹马来，一会工夫会变出来一匹狗来，那么变著。

這一些不能想像了。None of this can be imagined now.

这一些不能想像了。

聽說有二伯死了。I heard that Second Uncle You has died.

听说有二伯死了。

老廚子就是活著年紀也不小了。Even if the old cook is still alive, he must be well advanced in years.

老厨子就是活著年纪也不小了。

東鄰西舍也都不知怎樣了。Nor do I know what has become of any of the neighbors, east or west.

东邻西舍也都不知怎样了。

至於那磨房裡的磨官，至今究竟如何，則完全不曉得了。As for the miller at the mill, I know nothing at all of what has ultimately become of him.

至于那磨房里的磨官，至今究竟如何，则完全不晓得了。

以上我所寫的並沒有什麼幽美的故事，只因他們充滿我幼年的記憶，忘卻不了，難以忘卻，就記在這裡了。There is no particularly beautiful or enchanting story in what I have written above; I have recorded these things here only because they fill my childhood memories and cannot be forgotten—are too hard to forget.

以上我所写的并没有什么幽美的故事，只因他们充满我幼年的记忆，忘却不了，难以忘却，就记在这里了。

一九四○年十二月二十日香港完稿。Manuscript completed in Hong Kong, December 20, 1940.