美中貿易大戰: 美國人的紅二代爺爺



宋任穷的儿子宋辉在知青群里发了一首诗,读起来感慨万千,那句:暮然回首,碎落了一地芳华。和那句:老年了,才豁然醒悟,人生原来是笑话。
宋辉是老三届知青,68年下乡到吉林烧锅屯。他现在旅居美国弗吉尼亚。

作者:宋辉

五十年前,我在课桌旁,
与理想青梅竹马;
突然被告知,
你的理想不应该是在这里,
而应该在田间、地头、乡下;
于是,我放下书包,打起背包,
向着一个迷茫的目标出发。
蓦然回首,
碎落了一地芳华。

四十年前,
我有了自己的一个家,
有了一个嗷嗷待哺的娃儿。
我多想携妻带子,
去海边踏浪,
去山中赏花;
可现实是,聘位职称,
一切都要文凭说话。
我没有选择,
转身去了电大夜大。
那一段生活,从来没有,
琴棋歌画诗酒花,
殚精竭虑的,都是
柴米油盐酱醋茶。

三十年前,多美好的壮年,
蓝天丽日,青松如塔。
可上老下小,荤七素八,
千头万绪,生活重压。
女儿的成绩,
费心劳神,
医院病床上等待手术的妻子,
担忧的泪痕留在脸颊。
已有两个星期没去看望爹妈,
焦头烂额的儿子,
时时把你们牵挂。
迤逦一路,风吹雨打,
尝尽生活,酸甜苦辣。
唯一一个信念,
生活不会,苦海无涯。

二十年前,女儿上了大学,
我却永远失去了老妈。
老人家弥留之际,
突然回光返照,
“快坐下,歇歇吧!”
这是他一生对我说的最后一句话。
重度昏迷两个小时后,
我母子亲情的大厦崩塌。
世上那个最爱我的人走了,从此后,
再没人喊我回家吃饭,
再没人嘱我寒衣多加。
我长跪不起,
哭的肝肠寸断,
泪干声哑。

十年前,我和妻都已退休,
应女儿之邀,
飞到了弗吉尼亚。
遇到的很多事,
令人感慨,
看到的好些事,
让我惊诧。
抱起外孙女,
粉团的小脸,
笑靥如花;
我却暗自嗟呀。
喊了一辈子打到美国佬,
这个小美国佬,
就诞生在我家。
小时候,相信人生是童话,
长大后,希望人生是神话,
老年了,才豁然醒悟,
人生原来是笑话。
再看这张小脸,
黄皮肤,黑眼睛,黑头发;
还是龙的传人,
血脉中华。

今年,我们都已年过古稀,
可还在把激情挥洒。
过去努力,是落叶随风;
现在努力,是老树新芽。
凡是过往,皆为序章,
人生大幕,刚刚开拉。
我不敢老去,
因为外孙还没长大。
我最大的心愿,是能看到,
外孙学业有成,
外孙女披上婚纱。

再过十年,2028
我们已经耄耋之年啦。
但愿满头黑发,满口牙,
腿脚健,身挺拔。
我们相邀,一个都不能少,
我们出游,路能走,山能爬。
闲看风云变幻,
淡泊富贵荣华;
世上瑰宝千千万,
只有健康无价。

再过二十年,2038,
九十岁的聚会,我还在吗?
我思念的同学们,身体怎样?
是否耳不聋,眼不花?
公园里,能跳一曲华尔兹?
歌厅里,高歌一首茉莉花?
回忆同窗,无限伤感;
突闻噩耗,分外惊讶。
抽刀怎能断水,
天命安可叱咤!
不管钱多厚,官多大,
阎王照样往里拉。
怀一份千里共婵娟的心愿,
随缘听命吧。

再过三十年,2048,
我们当中,还有人在吗?
请准备纸钱一堆,
炉香一把,
将我们的名字,
在青烟中融化。

Song renqiong's son Song Hui sent a poem in the educated youth group, read with emotion, the sentence: "When you look back, you fall to the ground."and that sentence : old age, just suddenly wake up, life is a joke.
Song Hui is the old educated youth, 68 years to go to the countryside to Jilin burning pot Tun. He is now living in Virginia, the United States.

Author : song Hui

Fifty years ago, I was at my desk,
And the ideal childhood;
Suddenly being told,
Your ideal should not be here,
It should be in the fields, on the ground, in the country;
So I put down my bag and started to pack my bag,
Starting with a confused goal.
When I look back,
Broken down to the ground Fanghua.

Forty years ago,
I have a home of my own,
There is a starving baby.
How I want to carry my wife's belt,
Go to the beach,
Go to the mountains to admire the flowers;
But the reality is, hire a professional title,
Everything needs a diploma to speak.
I have no choice,
Turned to the TV University night.
That period of life, never,
Qin chess song painting poem hops,
All I have to do is work hard
Daily necessities.

Thirty years ago, what a wonderful young man,
Blue sky, blue pine, such as tower.
Can be on the old under the small, meat seven eight,
A multitude of things, the weight of life.
Her daughter's achievements,
Bother to worry about,
A wife waiting for an operation on a hospital bed,
The tears of worry remain on the cheek.
I haven't visited my parents for two weeks,
A battered son,
Always concerned about you.
All the way, wind and rain,
Taste the life, the ups and downs.
The only belief,
Life is not long.

Twenty years ago, my daughter went to college,
I've lost my mom forever.
The old man is dying,
All of a sudden,
"Sit down and have a rest!"
This is the last word he said to me in his life.
After two hours of severe coma,
The edifice of my mother and son's affection collapsed.
The person who loves me most in the world has gone, since then,
No one called me to go home for dinner,
No one told me to have a cold coat.
I can't get up on my knees,
Cry the liver and intestines break,
The tears dry sound dumb.

Ten years ago, both my wife and I were retired,
At the invitation of her daughter,
Flying to Virginia.
Many of the things that we have encountered,
It makes people sigh with emotion,
Something to see,
Let me be surprised.
Pick up the granddaughter,
The little face of the dough,
The smile is like a flower;
But I secretly.
Yelled at the Yankees for a lifetime,
This little Yankee,
Was born in my home.
When I was young, I believed that life was a fairy tale.
When I grow up, I hope life is a myth,
Old age, just suddenly disillusioned,
Life turns out to be a joke.
Look at this little face again,
Yellow skin, black eyes, black hair;
Or the descendants of the dragon,
Blood of China.

This year, we are over seventy years old,
Can still be the passion to sway.
In the past, it was fallen leaves with the wind;
Now hard, is a new bud of old trees.
All in the past, is the preamble,
The big curtain of life, just open pull.
I don't dare to grow old,
Because the grandson hasn't grown up yet.
My biggest wish is to be able to see,
A grandson is a success in his studies,
The granddaughter put on her wedding dress.

In another ten years, 2028
We are a very old man.
I wish I had black hair and a mouthful of teeth,
The legs and feet are healthy and the body is tall and straight.
We invited each other, not one of them was missing.
We travel, the road can walk, the mountain can climb.
Let's watch the situation change,
Indifferent to riches and honor;
There are thousands of treasures in the world,
Only health is priceless.

In twenty years, 2038,
Ninety year old party, am I still there?
I miss the students, how the body?
Whether the ear is not deaf, the eye does not spend?
In the park, you can dance a waltz?
Singing a jasmine in the karaoke hall?
Memories of classmates, infinite sadness;
I was surprised to hear the bad news.
How can we cut off the water,
Fate can be shook!
No matter how thick the money is, how old is the official,
Yama still goes to lira.
Pregnant with a dream of a thousand miles,
Follow your orders.

In another thirty years, 2048,
Are there any other people among us?
Please prepare a pile of paper money,
A handful of incense sticks,
Our names,
Melting in the smoke.

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