方的 李秀---台文 、英文 、中文 童、新、散文、小、翻。 The World of Literature in Three Languages by Louise Lee Hsiu

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到大小可做一寡家事，雨，才逗逗仔浮出淡薄仔色水。

肉粽的雨，幼幼柔柔。阿母踮亭仔肉粽，我嘛始提提西做代，然土澹糊糊，毋灶的柴火僻哩叭啦，共我的面烘甲，厝四界馨的芳味，然阿爸矣，上班去，但是我知影伊一定，而且伊有雨出，我著按呢安心踮厝。

少年的雨，是的。

想袂到三、四冬了後，是高中生青春少女的我，煞予一擘腹的雨，甲昏暗地、甲半小死。

阿母出山彼日，天嘛射落一猛的大雨箭。永法度放袂彼暗淡糊糊的路，是一摧人心肝生死的道，像世界末日，我目金金看著至的阿母，予人落去彼款的荒山野地下。失去阿母，阿爸相依命，彼每遍著雨，有一莫名其妙的惶，特是阿爸厝的。

有一工，天雄雄刮一雨，鞭想著阿爸的安危。自按呢，家己大著踏，一路刮大雨拼，欲送雨幔去予咧出勤的老父。想伊一定呵查某囝的友孝，疑悟，煞倒加添伊的。

 雨交加的刻，予阿爸硬入去程，一仔都予我嘴的空。我委曲坐入去程底。坐在了後，位玻璃窗仔越看向外口，啊! 那知阿爸毋但家己的踏，另外一手我彼台。看伊拼雨的形，我即目屎滴落，按怎做款？！彼款淡割心的疼，到即想起原踞踞。彼雨，我永共伊咒。

日子是面，雨原著四季行到，我的世界著日月的流逝，大，慢慢仔雨的感有所改，甚至淡薄仔合意彼款有味的霎霎仔雨。清楚一仔，有可能是雨引起我少女「不愁愁」的。忙的代生活，引起念去嘛是一幸福，管伊是甜的抑是苦的。

然，另外一方面也表示我婚後的生活是安定的，所以雨啥物特的感受。

 毋工愈想愈虐，我已是高中生的老母，半暝的雨，滴我的心肝，像利刀一刀一刀割我的肉。天呀! 地呀!，按怎你即袂使落雨! 汝看著彼流浪街仔路，揣袂著路去厝的老大人？你若落雨，毋是愈加重伊的困？伊枵的身，敢堪得汝的摧刻薄？

我彼八十二的老父，位透早七、八仔就矣，到即已足足十七。遐呢久的，阿(阮阿爸的)！汝到底是去佗位？三兄奔向南爿、四兄走向爿，汝的囝婿向北爿去揣…. 逐家像神的胡四界走揣汝的形影。阿! 汝到底走去佗一角？

阮咧臆，汝袂坐落歇，若枵嘛袂家己物件食，汝一直行，愈行愈愈惶，凡嘛愈危。

厝按呢：「免！老仔人欲啦。」如果是舂的人，我一拳共伊舂落去，按怎，此我法度接受款安慰的。

一分一分向前徙，阮的希望也一寸一寸向望的路行。的神已磅，我像仔始掠狂：「阿！汝欲走，嘛袂使按呢走，上汝的身嘛有人…」，目屎若像暗的雨水流袂停，雨啊！如果我的老父，若有啥物缺角的，世人，我欲恨汝！

毋知世的感，，起，阿爸已予程司矣的音。力上天啊! 老父的囝婿喜甲跳起：「都著毋! 我仔就知影爸爸吉人天相，袂出代。好佳哉，爸爸平安厝，著，予厚操的人想歪去。」人即竟然起大，而且袂煞。要! 若阿爸平安，啥物代好。

 翁婿香拜拜，我狂提雨去後厝。程司，就是落雨天才引起伊注意的孤老人，伊想序大有可能毋甘叫程，所以才路伊一段。按呢，就是落雨天救著阮老父矣！

司先生！多汝的心。雨！汝落著，我手合十，感雨，力上天的保庇。

看阿爸予三兄安好，已甲躺咧眠床，我安心行向途。

路遇著後生雨向我行，我知影伊的用心，毋我受：

「汝啥物！即欲，明仔欲按怎付校的考。」

「三更半暝咧落雨，我汝有危 …」面委屈的形。

我用年阿爸我的方法我的後生，但是我相信，我此的心年阿爸的心是仝款的。我共後生牢牢做夥行厝。，雨停矣！

我知影，若有天地，雨照常落；我嘛知影，若有人，情照常。

            「海翁台文」第 102期 2010.6月

 

  Lost in the Rain--Finding Father  by Lee Hsiu

     I have two kinds of memories from my childhood because I would sometimes feel relaxed but other times feel worried on rainy days. I couldn’t go out to play with my playmates, so I played by myself as I helped the raindrops fall down the window more quickly. However, I only felt happy and carefree when I knew my parents were near me at home. Otherwise, my little heart would be in turmoil with worry about them.

 After I’d grown up a little, I could be of assistance in doing housework and gradually became more diverse in my activities during those rainy days.

Soft rain fell on the day of the Dragon-Boat Festival.On this day, Mother used to make “Zong Zi” in the outdoor hall by wrapping rice in broad leaves of reeds. I handed her the rice or passed the leaves over to Mama. I enjoyed doing this work. Even though it was wet everywhere, my face was red and excited from the kitchen fire. What a warm-hearted feeling there was in the room! Additionally, although my father was at the office, I knew he would come back and that he had an umbrella, so I didn’t need to worry about him. Thus I could feel relaxed at home as I waited for my dear father to return home. The rain of my youth was vivid and bright.

However, the rain of my teenage years was like the thrusting blade of a knife. My heart was so broken on my mother’s burial day that I have never forgotten the muddiness of the steep climb up the mountain to the cemetery. Then I watched helplessly as my dearest Mama was laid in the damp and dull soil. There was melancholy in the wind and sorrow in the wet grass. Losing Mother, I began to rely more deeply on Father, especially on the rainy days.

A few months later, during a dark and miserable night, I watched the heavy rain pouring down and my fears seemed endless because my father had not taken an umbrella with him. I grabbed a raincoat, braved my way through the rainstorm riding my bike to his office. I had guessed that he would be pleased with his dutiful girl, but he was furious. He made me take a taxi home. I watched Father from the window of the taxi as he struggled in the heavy rain to not only ride his bicycle, but also carry my bike in the pelting wind. Looking at this awful situation, I suddenly burst into tears. I would never forget this evil rain. What a nightmare!

The rainy seasons passed year after year; I made a living day after day as well.  By then I had a different vision and feelings about rain. I even enjoyed the poetic rhythm of light rain as it fell. It is true, teenage girls always feel that they suffer so much but they really don’t know what true sorrow is. So I look back and wonder what made me happy then. When I focus on my memories they are both bitter and sweet as I hurry through my busy modern life. On the other hand, now that I have a happy marriage, I no longer had special feelings about rainy days. 

Years had passed and I was now the mother of two senior high school students. However, now my heart beat gravely, as though sharing the beat of the midnight rain. What a curse these rains are! How dare you rain down now? Is it possible you don’t see an old man, lost and terrified, helplessly wandering on the streets? If you pour water on this moment, he will be even more baffled and confused. How could you burden his weakness with your rage?

The lost, lonely man is my eighty-two year old father. Lost now for seventeen hours since morning, how far can he possibly walk? We’ve been looking everywhere. Father! Which direction have you taken? We worry that you haven’t slept or eaten. Why must you keep walking farther away and into more danger? My neighbours tried to comfort me by telling me no one would dare touch him. Yet nothing could console me.

The hours passed and with every moment, and we lost more hope. I couldn’t bear this difficult time. “Dad! Don’t choose to leave us this way,” I cried hysterically. “You need your family here beside you, and you need to keep warm and dry.” Teardrops interwoven with raindrops threaded together a scene of suffering. Rain! I will never forgive you if my dear father gets into trouble.

My ordeal felt centuries long. Then finally a phone call brought good news, Father was coming back by taxi. I was assured that Father was okay. “Good thing your father’s safe, or you would be a mental case,” my husband rambled on, complaining incessantly. His temper always annoyed me, but now, everything would pass as long as my father was safe and sound. At least my husband was busy burning joss sticks in worship and appreciation. I headed out to Father’s home immediately. In this world the person I value most is my father who left me on this rainy day. Thank God after being lost, he has been found again. I hurried to Father’s place immediately.

 In my father’s home, I held him tightly and listened to a stranger’s chatter. He explained that on this rainy day as he was driving home, he noticed a solitary old man who was walking on a dark and lonely bridge. He considered the possibility that this aged man might not be able to afford a taxi, so he offered him a free ride. The driver also told us that my father had lapsed into dizziness. Father was lucky that the driver thought to look in Father’s pocket, where he found his address. I thanked the rain for coming at the right time and I thank the driver who was driving the right way!

After I saw that Father had settled down, I went back my place. On the way home, I saw my son who was holding an umbrella for me. I really understood his purpose, but I was angry, “What are you doing now? It is so late and you have a test tomorrow!”

“It is midnight and rainy now. I feared you would be in danger.” my son said with tears in his eyes.

I didn’t treat him the way my father treated me many years ago, but I was sure that I was feeling just as Father used to feel. I patted my son tearfully. Now that we were home, the rain had already stopped.

I trust the rain will always come as long as the earth exists. I am also certain family relationships will never end so long as human beings live and love.