回家的路

回家的路

长年的战争结束了，士兵要回家去。他回家的路既漫长又艰辛。 开始的时候，士兵在路上并不孤独。许多其他士兵也走在回家的路上，他们一起走了很长时间，没有人说话，只是各自想着长路尽头的家。 They walked across rice fields,past banana farms,along empty roads,through silent villages.Nothing moved,only the soldiers and the wind in the trees. 'I can see it now,'he thought.'Our little house,so small,but always clean and quiet.I can see the lamp on the table...Ican see Mother,with her long black hair.She's sitting in her chair,singing my little sister to sleep.My little sister...She was just a baby when I lefe.How old is she now? Three? Four? CAn she talk yet?' 他想不起他妹妹的样子了，感动很难过。 士兵沿着树林遮蔽下黑黝黝的道路继续往前走。他太累了，双腿那么沉，嘴里那么干。他想在黑夜里躺下，再也不挪动一下。但是他的靴子继续踏着路上——咔，咔，咔。 士兵走到了村门口，像风一样穿过村子。In no time at all，he stood outsid his mother‘s little house. It was the smallest house in the village,and the only one that still looked the same.But the soldier did not care about the other houses. 他打开门，看到桌子，还看到灯······在房间的另一头，母亲正躺在床上。 接着，有那么一瞬间，士兵以为自己走错了房子，因为床上躺着的是个白发苍苍，年纪老迈的妇人。 突然，母亲走了过来，握住了他的手.Something was still lying in the bed behind her,but the soldier looked only at his mother.Still young,with her long dark hair falling around her face. 士兵和母亲坐了下来，他和母亲一起喝了茶。 然后他们站了起来。士兵不再疲倦。他觉得身子轻盈，像鸟儿，也像雨滴。他和母亲手拉手，快步走出房门，跨进璀璨的星空，不见了。而床的另一头，躺着一位老妇人，一动不动。 士兵的妹妹每天都来看望母亲，妹妹已经68岁了；有三个儿子，五个孙辈的，今天，她的大孙女——15岁，也一起来了； 他们住在一座漂亮的新房子，老母亲没来，她说,要等到哥哥来。“他发生什么事了，阵亡了吗？”孙女问。 ”我不知道“妹妹说。 她们连着一条高速公路前进。“你从不走原来的那条路，是吗，奶奶？“孙女说。 ”是啊，走那条路，花的时间太长。“ ”这样挺好，听校里的女同学说，这有个幽灵，他穿着重重的靴子走在路上——咔咔咔。“ ”啊，我想起来了。“妹妹说，”在我上小学时，也听过这个故事。有些鬼故事会一直流传，不是吗?"她们进了村子，停好了车子，朝里进去。屋里的情景并没让她吃惊。 She told her greanddaughter quickly :"'Use your mobile phone to call an ambulance.Then wait in the car.'She did not say that a doctor was no longer necessary. The sister shut the door and sat down nextto her mother's bed. She held her mother's cold hand .Her mother looked peaceful,the sister thought. She looked happy. 只有一件事妹妹不明白。房间另一头的小桌子上放着两只空茶杯。