最后一课

当读到2020年是魔幻的一年时，不禁会心微笑。但是我还是要继续做好事做好人，欠这个世界的。这个博客提到了很多我的榜样。还有很多陌生人也是暗夜里的光亮，比如Randy Pausch。我2007年看到他《最后一课》的录像后，不知向多少人推荐过。这是录像的链接cmu.edu/randyslecture/ 。他去世前关于有效利用时间的录像也值得关注。

The Last Lecture

I could not help smiling in agreement when I read the comment on the year of 2020 unfolding as an apocalyptic sign. But I will continue to do good things and be a good person because I owe the world that with all the role models I mentioned in this blog. There are many strangers such as Randy Pausch who are also light in the darkness. I have recommended his "Last Lecture" to so many people after I watched it for the first time in 2007. Here is the link cmu.edu/randyslecture/ Another video by him on how to manage time before he passed away is also thought provoking. 

 肉垫里的荆棘

冬天来临，树叶落尽，寒风袭来。很多的人都在企盼2021年的到来，我想是对新生的向往之情吧。2020年像黑色幽默，令人避之不及。其实这一年快乐有时来的突然，而且原因简单：就像一段段唾手可得的生死交情，小狗肉垫里荆棘剔除后在金色秋天里的欢实，一顿简单的聚餐，一首舒缓的乐曲。当新的一年到来时，我们会有那么多的记忆，沉甸甸，但是丰富，充满美好。

Thorn in Paw

The winter of 2020 came with chilly wind and falling leaves. Many around the world already looked forward to the year of 2021, hoping for a new start maybe. Everyone wished to skip 2020 like a black humor. Yet as the year of 2020 unfolded, happiness often hit us suddenly for very simple reasons: life death devotions, a puppy running briskly on a golden fall afternoon after a thorn in his paw was carefully taken away, a shared meal, and a slow melody. When the new year of 2021 arrives, we will have many heavy memories which are rich and filled with beauty. 

 

White and Green

It was such a joy to see from above the white beddings the green world outside of the white window frame covered by white curtains. Birds sang and walked on the window sill. They could not help looking inside. The return of the nature after the wildfire and smoke was a pleasant surprise. Seasons change according to the the natural law, or yingyang. Human dignity and connections, and social rules demonstrate themselves fully where humans meet the nature. 

 

Little Floral Kitty’s Search for Home

          I live indoors most of the time now. I like to watch birds playing on trees, cables, and I like to hear their crisp chirps in the morning. I bounce around, wishing I could jump away to catch them. I like my fish, meat, and dry food. I would remind Mama of my wet food after I recovered from diabetes from time to time. Mama often reminds me of my work out with that dancing red light. All in all, my life is happy.

          Recently, Mama is amazed by my ability to recognize the grey mouse among my big pile of staffed toys. Maybe she is too old to remember I was two-months old when I met with her and fell in love with her. I mean, she is old, not according to my standard, but her type’s. OK, let me tell my story of my childhood’s wandering around.

          My real mother, Cat Mama had three children. My Mama now calls me “Floral Kitty” for the pattern of my fur. I have a sister with all black fur. I do not remember my brother’s look.

          When Mama saw my sister, she cuddled her for a long time. But I was fine with that, talking and snuggling close to a big group of runners. Only then did Mama notice me. My sister and brother had found home already. I wanted one, too. Late October in Kentucky was cold already.

          Mama fell in love with my cuteness, and of course the most beautiful kitty face in the world as well. Then Mama brought me to her car. When I sat on Mama’s lap and got ready to go home, my heart was pounding.

          The countryside in Kentucky was beautiful and sunny. The fall was dancing the last dance on trees at the end of October. I was a little worried about Cat Mama. I would not see her any more. I would not be able to have her milk any more. I would have to lick my own hair. Bye-bye, Cat Mama. I would always remember our home made of soft dry hay in the stable. The hay smelled sweet. I was frightened by those big, terrible mice, but I got used to their taste. I was also keen to catch little mice.

          Those little mice were so silly. They looked timid once caught, then they would try to run away when released. I pounced on them again and they would try to run away. I had so much fun playing with them! 

          I loved birds, too. But they were smarter than little mice, so I am still a little upset.

          Mama, do you understand now? I knew what mice were! I will try to recall other things and tell their stories. I am old, too! Meww…

 

 

小花流浪记

          我现在的生活大多在室内。我喜欢看清晨的鸟儿在树枝、电缆上跳跃，听它们清亮的鸣叫。虽然我也跟着它们腾挪，可它们太远了。我也喜欢我的鱼、肉罐头和干粮。自从糖尿病好了以后时时会提醒妈妈吃湿粮。妈妈会经常跟我玩锻炼游戏，捕捉红色光影。总之，还好啦。

          最近妈妈对我能在一堆布玩具中认出小灰鼠让她吃惊讶不已。也许是她老糊涂了，按照妈妈族的标准吆，都不记得我们初相遇时我已经两个月大了。哎，那好吧。讲讲相遇前的生活吧。也蛮久之前的事了。

          我的母亲猫妈妈养育了我们兄妹三个。我现在的妈妈叫我小花，因为我长得像小花狸猫。我有个姐姐，全黑的。我都不记得哥哥的样子了。

          妈妈一眼看到姐姐，亲亲抱抱。还好我不在乎啦，跟一大堆运动爱好者热络，妈妈这才注意到我。姐姐哥哥都有家了啦，我也好想有个家…十月天要凉了。

          妈妈一下爱上了我的性格，我那张世界上最漂亮的小猫脸也起了作用，抱着我到她的车里，准备回家了。站在妈妈的腿上我的心扑扑跳。

          肯塔基的乡下好美好美吆。十月底更是秋天挂在枝头跳最后一支招牌舞的时候。我有点担心母亲，以后见不到啦。奶没得吃了，也不能趴在她身上睡觉了，以后也只好自己打理自己的毛了。再见，母亲。我会记得我们在马厩里的家的。柔软干爽的草窝，还有奶香。那一只只灰鼠好可怕吆，那麽大。可是我也慢慢习惯了。尝过它们，也试过捕捉小灰鼠。

          小灰鼠傻傻的，被我扑到后呆住，放开它，它就开跑。我再扑它，它再跑。乐死人了。

          小鸟也是好玩的，就是比小灰鼠机灵。所以我到现在也难以释怀。

          妈妈，你现在明白了吗？我见过小灰鼠的！啊，别的事我再慢慢想想，慢慢讲吧。我也老了耶！喵…

 鲜花

          西雅图笼罩在雨中。海风不强，却有腥味，一阵阵透过口罩冲击我的鼻腔。海对面林立的楼宇和海面上忙碌的货船、游船带来了生活的气息。

          沿着海边的小路向前走，左首的住宅楼前一排小巧秀气的伞形绿树，红色、粉色的喇叭花簇拥树干，草坪修剪得很是整齐。公寓楼的住户在阳台上种了很多鲜花，公寓楼中间有两座两层的小楼鲜花更是掩住了楼体，别是一番天地。

          疫情在西雅图的痕迹只留下了“黑人的命也是命”（Black Lives Matter）的相片展。

          不时放眼海上。突然间脑中闪现2017年夏末秋初，我于阳光明媚中海上出行的情形。不过几个月后我突然失去了母亲。那些亮丽的风景完全失去了它们的欢乐色调。想来这些楼宇中的人家很多人正在经历这种物是人非的心境。

          我对母亲的怀念会是终生的。我想每一个失去至爱的人都会有这种如影随形的思念。这些思念因为美好而珍贵，也因着生活的不完美而生出新的希望。

          社会公正在私人和公众生活中的重要地位不言而喻。不论是种族平等，还是男女平等，还是任何一种不可或缺的平等，包括平等对待我们的自然家园，说到底不过是一个简单的选项。当我们选择平等，也就选择了爱。如Cornel West所说，“社会公正不过是爱在公众领域的体现。”如此而已。换言之，当我们选择了公正，人性光辉会将我们托举起来。反之，我们处于生物界的最下层。也唯有公正，才能打开我们的心结，视他人为同类，给我们爱的能力。

          啊，我车中的鲜花还在等着我。

 

Flowers

          Seattle was wrapped in rain. The salty smell of the breeze from the ocean penetrated the facial mask I wore. Buildings across the sea and the busy cargo and cruise ships brought back life to the city.

          I walked on the pavement along the shoreline. On the left was a line of short trees with a canopy trimmed into the shape of an umbrella spreading on the lawn. Pink and red petunias gathered around the trees. Many residents in the apartment buildings planted flowers on their balconies. Two houses covered by flowers stood side by side with an almost ethereal feel.

          The only hint of the pandemic in Seattle was an exhibition of photos from Black Lives Matter.

          I looked over to the ocean from time to time. Then the trip over the sea on a bright late summer early fall day in 2017 flashed upon me. My mother’s death merely a few months later shocked me. The joyful scenery looked bleak then. There must be many people living in these buildings around me who were going through the same ordeal.

          I will miss my mother the rest of my life, just like everyone else who was consumed by the sadness from losing a loved one. The memories were treasures gifted by a beautiful life lost. The imperfections in life gave us new hope.

          The importance of social justice is paramount in public and private spheres. Race, gender, and all necessary equalities, including the fair treatment of our mother nature, come down to a simple choice. When we stand by equality, we embrace love, just as Cornel West states “justice is what love looks like in public.” In other words, when we choose equality, humanity will lift us up. When we opt for inequality, we are at the bottom of the life chain. Conversely, only equality can open our mind to treat others as our own kind, which gives us the ability to love.

          Ah, my flowers were still waiting for me in my car.

 

 

井底之蛙

六月的清晨充满了草香和露珠。为了能做井底之蛙我兴奋不已，常常抬头看着天空。有时天空晴朗无云，有时阴云密布。有多少未知我们要面对？有多少美好我们可以当作救命稻草？无论如何，生活在继续，历史在前行。百年后我们生活的历史会更清晰可见。只愿不再有不可言语的阴霾。

Limited View of the Sky

The nice smell of grass and dew filled the mornings in June. A limited view of the sky from where I was excited me constantly. Clouds covered the sky on some days while on some other days vanished without any trace. How much uncertainty do we have to face? How much beauty can we use for rescue? Life always goes on and history never stops despite everything. Our lived history will have a clearer contour when the society is far more removed from the present. I hope for a time without any nameless clouds.  

I Don’t Want to Miss you

I missed the winter.

I missed the spring.

I may have to miss the summer.

But I don’t mind

If I don’t miss you.

There was death.

There was betrayal.

There was so much sadness.

But there was you

That stood by me.

I hoped for peace.

I strove for excellence.

I saw things differently in retrospect.

But nothing matters

As long as the flame of love 

Keeps on

Because you are still around.

错失

我错过了冬天，

失去了春天，

夏天眼看也要擦肩而过。

可是只要你在

什么都在。

死亡无处不在，

背叛也不新鲜，

道不尽悲从中来。

你却从来没有走远。

我祈望过平安，

为了出类拔萃努力拼搏，

回头时满目疮痍。

只要因着你的存在，

爱的火焰仍在燃烧，

这些哪有什么可提的？