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节选自《追忆似水年华》普鲁斯特
那真是62年前吗我第一次见到你的时候？
我知道这已是一生一世。然而当我凝望你的双眼之时，仿佛这就在昨天，在汉诺威广场的那家小咖啡店里。
从我见你那一刻起，你正微笑着给一位年轻母亲和怀里抱的初生婴儿开门。我知道我要和你分享我剩下的人生。
我仍然在想，我看起来肯定很愚蠢，那一次我凝望你的那一刻。我记得我很注意的看着你，当你脱下帽子，轻轻地用手指抖了抖头上的短发的时候。我发现自己开始浸入你的每一细节中，当你把帽子放在桌上，双手圈绕热乎乎的茶杯，轻轻地撅着唇吹走上面的热气的时候。
从那一刻起，一切对我来说看起来是那么的有意义。咖啡店里的人们，外面繁忙街道都消失在烟雾之中。我眼里所能看到的只有你。
纵穿我一生，我在不断的回忆那第一次相逢的情景。无数次我坐在那里，回想着那一天，我怎么在瞬息时光在那儿，第一次再一次感受真爱是怎样的。让我很欣慰的是过了这么些年后，我的这些感觉依然还在。我想我会让它永远伴随我安慰我。
即便我在这些沟旁发疯似得摇头颤抖，我也无法忘记你的脸庞。我会坐着直到陷入潮湿的泥泞中，惊吓着，因为这一阵阵的子弹和沥青猛撞向我。我会紧紧握住我的步枪到心里，再一次回想我们第一次邂逅的那一天。我会在惧怕中失声痛哭，因为四周的战乱声击倒了我。但，当我想到你，看到你回我微笑，我周围的一切就会安静下来。我会一起和你再次一起这宝贵的一会儿，远离死亡远离摧毁。我不会再次睁开双眼，直到我看见和听见环绕我的战争的大屠杀。
当我在9月请假回到你身边的时候，感到崩溃，受伤，脆弱，那时候我真无法表达我对你强烈的爱又回来了。我们彼此紧紧相拥，我想我们会大声哭泣。就在那一天我向你求婚，我高兴得大叫，当你深望着我的双眼，回答“愿意”做我的新娘的时候。
现在我正瞧着我们的结婚照，它就在梳妆台你的首饰盒旁。我回想着那时候的我们是多么的年轻无邪啊。我记得走在教堂的梯子上，你告诉我我穿着这身服装是多么的英俊和帅气的时候，我就象柴郡猫一样咧着嘴开心的傻笑。这张照片年过已久，褪色了，但当我望着它的时候，我只会看到我们阳光有活力的青春靓影。我依然记得你母亲为你制作的美丽婚纱的每一个细节，有纤细精致的蕾丝，和美丽的珍珠。如果我再努力的靠近，我都能闻到你手上鲜花的芬芳，因为你在大家面前是如此自豪的握着它。
我记得你感到格外的幸福，以至一年以后，你轻轻的把我的手放在你的腰上，轻轻的在我耳旁说，我们将要组成一个家庭。
我知道我们的两个孩子都深爱着你，他们现在就在门外，等候着。
还记得约翰逊出世的时候我惊慌得象个疯子吗？我现在依然能画出你对我的嘲笑和微笑，第一次我很笨拙的把他抱在怀里。我瞧着他，你的笑声化作泪水，我盯眼看他，也高兴的哭了。
早上沙拉和汤姆带着小苔丝也到了。还记得我们是如此彼此紧紧相拥当我们第一次看到我门的孙女出世吗？我真不敢相信下个月她就八岁了。我竭力的不去哭，亲爱的，因为我要告诉你她今天看起来有多么漂亮穿着漂亮的小裙子和闪亮的小红鞋。她再次让我回想起我们第一次的相逢。她现在剪了短发了，就像你过去那些年一样。当我在门口见到她时，她的微笑就象温暖的手套包裹着我，亲爱的，就象你从前一样。
亲爱的，我知道你累了，我必须让你离去。但我是如此的爱你以至它伤到了我。
如果我们一起慢慢老去，我会嘲笑你一点没变从我第一次见面后。但亲爱的，这是真的，我没有看到你额头上其他老人有的皱纹和白发。当我现在再望一眼你，我只看见我们相坐在小溪边过第一个野炊时，你甜美的温唇和你青春炯炯有神的双眼，和我们在古老的大橡树边追逐嬉戏着。我记得还祝愿那些初恋一起的日子能够永远保留下去。你还记得那些兴奋和美妙的日子吗？
亲爱的，我必须走了。孩子们还在外面等呢，他们也想和你告别。
我拭去泪水，弯下我脆弱的双腿到地板上，这样我可以跪在你身旁。最后一次，我倚靠向你，握住你的手，吻着你温柔的双唇。
我亲爱的安睡吧。
我很悲伤你不得不离我而去，但一定别难过。我很充实，知道我们很快又会在一起了。我太年迈了，也太空虚了而不能没有你长久地活着。
我知道这不会很久我们会再次相见在汉诺威广场的那家小咖啡店。
再见了，我的爱妻。
Hanover Square 追忆似水年华
Can it really be sixty-two years ago that I first saw you?
It is truly a lifetime, I know. But as I gaze into your eyes now, it seems like only yesterday that I first saw you, in that small café in Hanover Square.
From the moment I saw you smile, as you opened the door for that young mother and her newborn baby. I knew. I knew that I wanted to share the rest of my life with you.
I still think of how foolish I must have looked, as I gazed at you, that first time. I remember watching you intently, as you took off your hat and loosely shook your short dark hair with your fingers. I felt myself becoming immersed in your every detail, as you placed your hat on the table and cupped your hands around the hot cup of tea, gently blowing the steam away with your pouted lips.
From that moment, everything seemed to make perfect sense to me. The people in the café and the busy street outside all disappeared into a hazy blur. All I could see was you.
All through my life I have relived that very first day. Many, many times I have sat and thought about that the first day, and how for a few fleeting moments I am there, feeling again what is like to know true love for the very first time. It pleases me that I can still have those feelings now after all those years, and I know I will always have them to comfort me.
Not even as I shook and trembled uncontrollably in the trenches, did I forget your face. I would sit huddled into the wet mud, terrified, as the hails of bullets and mortars crashed down around me. I would clutch my rifle tightly to my heart, and think again of that very first day we met. I would cry out in fear, as the noise of war beat down around me. But, as I thought of you and saw you smiling back at me, everything around me would be become silent, and I would be with you again for a few precious moments, far from the death and destruction. It would not be until I opened my eyes once again, that I would see and hear the carnage of the war around me.
I cannot tell you how strong my love for you was back then, when I returned to you on leave in the September, feeling battered, bruised and fragile. We held each other so tight I thought we would burst. I asked you to marry me the very same day and I whooped with joy when you looked deep into my eyes and said "yes" to being my bride.
I&`&m looking at our wedding photo now, the one on our dressing table, next to your jewelry box. I think of how young and innocent we were back then. I remember being on the church steps grinning like a Cheshire cat, when you said how dashing and handsome I looked in my uniform. The photo is old and faded now, but when I look at it, I only see the bright vibrant colors of our youth. I can still remember every detail of the pretty wedding dress your mother made for you, with its fine delicate lace and pretty pearls. If I concentrate hard enough, I can smell the sweetness of your wedding bouquet as you held it so proudly for everyone to see.
I remember being so over enjoyed, when a year later, you gently held my hand to your waist and whispered in my ear that we were going to be a family.
I know both our children love you dearly; they are outside the door now, waiting.
Do you remember how I panicked like a mad man when Jonathon was born? I can still picture you laughing and smiling at me now, as I clumsily held him for the very first time in my arms. I watched as your laughter faded into tears, as I stared at him and cried my own tears of joy.
Sarah and Tom arrived this morning with little Tessie. Can you remember how we both hugged each other tightly when we saw our tiny granddaughter for the first time? I can&`&t believe she will be eight next month. I am trying not to cry, my love, as I tell you how beautiful she looks today in her pretty dress and red shiny shoes, she reminds me so much of you that first day we met. She has her hair cut short now, just like yours was all those years ago. When I met her at the door her smile wrapped around me like a warm glove, just like yours used to do, my darling.
I know you are tired, my dear, and I must let you go. But I love you so much it hurts to do so.
As we grew old together, I would tease you that you had not changed since we first met. But it is true, my darling. I do not see the wrinkles and grey hair that other people see. When I look at you now, I only see your sweet tender lips and youthful sparkling eyes as we sat and had our first picnic next to that small stream, and chased each other around that big old oak tree. I remember wishing those first few days together would last forever. Do you remember how exciting and wonderful those days were?
I must go now, my darling. Our children are waiting outside. They want to say goodbye to you.
I wipe the tears away from my eyes and bend my frail old legs down to the floor, so that I can kneel beside you. I lean close to you and take hold of your hand and kiss your tender lips for the very last time.
Sleep peacefully my dear.
I am sad that you had to leave me, but please don&`&t worry. I am content, knowing I will be with you soon. I am too old and too empty now to live much longer without you.
I know it won&`&t be long before we meet again in that small café in Hanover Square.
Goodbye, my darling wife.
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