【原文】伤怀之美迟子建我八岁的时候,还在中国最北的漠河北极村。漫天大雪几乎封存了我所有的记忆,但那年冬天的渔汛却依然清晰在目。一孔孔冰眼冒出乳白的水汽,雪橇旁的干草上堆着已经打上来的各色鱼类。黄昏时分,云气低沉,大人们将鱼拢在麻袋里,套上雪橇,撤出黑龙江回家了。那是一条漫长的雪道,灰蓝色的。大人们抄着袖口跟在雪橇后面慢腾腾地走着,世界是如此沉静。快到家门口的时候,天忽然落起大片大片的雪 【原文】 Wounded beauty Chi Zi Jian When I was eight years old, I was still in the north pole of Mohe, China’s northernmost village. The snow covered almost all my memories, but the winter fishing season is still clear. A hole in the ice eye creamy water vapor, sled next to the piled hay has been labeled colored fish. Dusk, low clouds, adults will gather in the sacks of fish, put on sleds, withdraw from Heilongjiang home. It is a long road, gray blue. The adults copied their cuffs and walked slowly behind the sleigh, the world was so quiet. As soon as I arrived at my door, suddenly a large amount of snow was falling