介绍:
随着春天的到来，西安也变得温柔美丽，在这一年中最恬美的梦境时刻，冯静为你送上一篇巴金的散文《梦》
巴金，原名李尧棠，１９０４年１１月２５日生于四川成都。2005年10月17日19时06分在上海逝世，享年101岁。著作包括《爱情三部曲》（《雾》《雨》《电》）《激流三部曲》（《家》《春》《秋》）《第四病房》《随想录》等。
背景音乐：《在春天的欢笑》；《梦中漫飞》
Dreams
Ba Jin
It is said that “a virtuous man seldom dreams”. Fortunately, I am but an ordinary man.
I dream my own dreams, in which I often meet you.
Last night I again saw your kindly smiling face.
It was the same old home of ours. You talked to me cordially now in your room, now in my room. You smiled and I also smiled.
It was the same old streets of Chengdu. I followed you step by step on the smooth flagstones. Looking at you from behind, I inwardly consoled myself with the thought that father was still hale and hearty. A sensation of blissfulness warmed me up all over.
I was unaware that I was in a dream. I also forgot the hardships I had gone through during the past 25 years.
While I sat beside you inside a theater watching the fighting scenes of Peking opera, you explained its story to me in great detail.
I was again the small kid of 25 years before. I was joyful, I smiled naïve smiles, I chattered away freely. I did not have the slightest inkling that you together with everything else would in a moment vanish out of sight.
When I opened my eyes, I found that I was all by myself and nothing was heard except the pit-a-pat of rain drops.
No more smile, no more chitchat. Only the drip drip drip of rain.
Forcing my eyes to open wider and drawing aside the mosquito net, I began to search for you in the pitch darkness.
I called to you, but no response. I listened attentively, but heard no footsteps. I quieted down, my heart beating hard. I could hear its thumping.
My heart had been tramping along all the time. Up to now, it had been on its slow journey for 25 years.
Thereupon I kept my mouth shut. I knew you would never appear standing before me.
I had lost you 25 years before. Since then, I had grown from a fatherless child into a middle-aged man.
The rain continued to fall. The long night wore on amidst its dripping sound. I was seized with acute loneliness. Well, was the roof leaking? Or was it my tears that had wetted my cheeks?
When I was young, I wished I could remain a kid forever under your wing. Now I can fulfill this wish only in my dreams.
There in a dream, I can at least come face to face with you. I can be happy, I can smile naive smiles, I can chatter away freely.
For all this, I should be thankful to my dreams.
梦
据说“至人无梦”。幸而我只是一个平庸的人。
我有我的梦中世界，在那里我常常见到你。
昨夜我又见到你那慈祥的笑颜了。
还是在我们的老家，在你的房间里，在我的房间里，你亲切地对我讲话。你笑，我也笑。
还是成都的那些旧街道，我跟着你一步一步地走过平坦的石板路，我望着你的背影，心里安慰地想：父亲还很康健呢。一种幸福的感觉使我的全身发热了。
我那时不会知道我是在梦中，也忘记了二十五年来艰苦的日子。
在戏园里，我坐在你旁边，看台上的武戏，你还详细地给我解释剧中的情节。
我变成二十几年前的孩子了。我高兴，我没有挂虑地微笑，我不假思索地随口讲话。我想不到我在很短的时间以后就会失掉你，失掉这一切。
然而睁开眼睛，我只是一个人，四周就只有滴滴的雨声。房间里一片黑暗。
没有笑，没有话语。只有雨声：滴——滴——滴。
我用力把眼睛睁大，我撩开蚊帐，我在漆黑的空间中找寻你的影子。
没有你，没有你的微笑。有的是寂寞，单调。雨一直滴——滴地下着。
我唤你，没有回应。我侧耳倾听，没有脚声。我静下来，我的心怦怦地跳动。我听得见自己的心的声音。
我的心在走路，它慢慢地走过了二十五年，一直到这个夜晚。
我于是闭了嘴，我知道你不会再站在我的面前。二十五年前我失掉了你。我从无父的孩子已经长成一个中年人了。
雨声继续着。长夜在滴滴声中进行。我的心感到无比的寂寞。怎么，是屋漏么？我的脸颊湿了。
小时侯我有一个愿望：我愿在你的庇荫下做一世的孩子。现在只有让梦来满足这个愿望了。
至少在梦里，我可以见到你，我高兴，我没有挂虑地微笑，我不假思索地随口讲话。
为了这个，我应该感谢梦。
