A little
hand,
holding
a little
pencil,
forever…….
Lingzis
(玲子),
May 18,
2008
( I
wrote it
for this
photo
taken in
the
Wenchun
Earthquake
)
A little
hand
Holding
a little
pencil，
What
were you
writing，my
handsome
little
boy?
“It will
be my
7-year-birthday
tomorrow”,
Or, “we
will
play
basketball
in this
afternoon”
?
What
were you
drawing,
my
beautiful
little
girl?
“A
yellow
butterfly,
dancing
around a
red
flower”,
Or, “a
little
river,
singing
a happy
song
in the
front of
my home,
in my
hometown”?
..........
But, but
everything
stopped,
after
the
strong
shake of
the
earth
in 12
May
afternoon.
A little
hand
holding
a little
red
pencil,
You
would
design
many
beautiful
buildings
in
school,
And
would
also
build
very
nice
roads
between
school
and
home……
I
believe,
my
lovely
child,
when you
would
grow up,
You
would
teach
your
daughter,
playing
piano
finger
by
finger,
And
would
also
hold
your
father’s
hand,
showing
your
doctoral
hat,
..........
But, but
everything
changed,
since
the
earthquake
in
WenChun.
A little
hand
holding
a little
pencil,
you
might
feel
very
cold, in
such a
dark
room,
you
might
fell
very
lonely,
in this
silent
world.
Please,
please,
Please
let me
hold
you, my
little
hand,
and warm
you,
slightly,
slightly,
and
finger
by
finger.
Together,
we draw
a round
circle.
That is
the sun
to light
us the
way of
going
back
home;
Together,
we draw
a line,
that is
a bridge
to lead
us go
from
today to
tomorrow.
A little
hand,
Holding
a little
pencil
of red
color,
tightly,
Forever......
_____________________________________________
A
little
hand,
holding
a
little
pencil,
forever……
（永握铅笔的小手）
Lingzis
(玲子作),
May
18,
2008
(for
this
photo
taken
in
the
Wenchun
Earthquake)
为汶川地震的一张照片而作
QJ
翻译 (Translted
by
QJ)
一只小手
紧握着一只小铅笔
你在写什么，我可爱的孩子？
是“我明天就7岁了”
还是“我们今天下午要打篮球”？
你在画什么，我可爱的孩子？
是一只在花丛中翩翩飞舞的蝴蝶，
还是一条在我家门前叮咚歌唱的小河？
..........
可是。。可是这一切
都在那个地震的下午停止了
一只紧握铅笔的小手
她能在学校里设计出许多美丽的高楼大厦
他能建造出宽敞的道路
我相信
我可爱的孩子
当你长大后
你能手把手的教你的孩子弹钢琴，
你能喔着爸爸的手
让他看你的博士帽
可是。。。可是
这一切都变了
在那个地震的下午
一只紧握铅笔的小手
黑暗的屋
会使你感到寒冷
沉寂的世界
会让你感到孤独
我的孩子
请让我将温暖
从指尖一点一点传给你
我们一起画一个圆圈
那是太阳
他能照亮我们回家的路
我们一切画一条线
那是一座桥
他能将我们带到明天
一只小手
紧握铅笔
直到永远。
