十年浩劫,我自顧不暇,無心也無力顧及它們。但它們輾轉多處,經受折磨、潮濕、踐踏、撞破,終于還是回來了。失去了一些,我有些惋惜,但也不愿去尋覓它們,因為我失去的東西,比起它們,更多也更重要。
它們回到寒舍以后 我對它們的情感如故。書無分大小、貴賤、古今、新舊,只要是我想保存的,因之也同我共過患難的,一視同仁。塵洗,安置,撫慰,唏噓,它們大概是已經體味到了。 (摘自 孫犁《書籍》)
參考譯文
During the ten years of the disastrous cultural revolution, I was not in the mood to, nor was I fit enough to bother about my books, as I was not even sure where I myself would end up. But, having been taken from place to place, getting moistened and damaged, tortured and trampled underfoot, they eventually had come back to me. Some of them had got lost, for which I was really sorry, but I thought I would not go and retrieve them, for I had had more to lose in those years and what I had lost other than the books was far more important.
After their return home I felt about them with the same affection as I did earlier. I treated them alike, whether they were big or small, old or new, expensive or inexpensive, classical or contemporary, since they had been in my collection and, therefore, gone through thick and thin with me. I would sigh with significance, when I dusted and caressed them and then found a place for them to go to. I guessed they must have sensed how I felt about their return.