莫言诺贝尔文学奖致辞英文演讲稿 (2)x 5页

莫言诺贝尔文学奖致辞英文演讲稿莫言诺贝尔文学奖致辞英文演讲稿莫言诺贝尔文学奖致辞英文演讲稿　　以下这篇演讲稿是中国当代著名作家莫言20__(请自填)年获得诺贝尔文学奖时在瑞典学院发表的领奖演讲《讲故事的人》(storyteller)，莫言在这次演讲中追忆了自己的母亲，回顾了文学创作之路，并与听众分享了三个意味深长的“故事”，讲述了自己如何成为一个用笔来讲故事的人的过程。莫言表示，自己今后还要继续讲自己的故事。　　DistinguishedmembersoftheSwedishAcademy,LadiesandGentlemen:ThroughthemediumsoftelevisionandtheInternet,Iimaginethateveryoneherehasatleastanoddingacquaintancewithfar-offNortheastGaomiTownship.Youmayhaveseenmyninety-year-oldfather,aswellasmybrothers,mysister,mywifeandmydaughter,evenmygranddaughter,nowayearandfourmonthsold.Butthepersonwhoismostonmymindatthismoment,mymother,issomeoneyouwillneversee.Manypeoplehavesharedinthehonorofwinningthisprize,everyonebuther.5/5 莫言诺贝尔文学奖致辞英文演讲稿　　尊敬的瑞典学院各位院士，女士们、先生们：通过电视或网络，我想在座的各位，对遥远的高密东北乡，已经有了或多或少的了解。你们也许看到了我的九十岁的老父亲，看到了我的哥哥姐姐我的妻子女儿和我的一岁零四个月的外孙子，但是有一个此刻我最想念的人，我的母亲，你们永远无法看到了。我获奖后，很多人分享了我的光荣，但我的母亲却无法分享了。　　Mymotherwasbornin1922anddiedin1994.Weburiedherinapeachorchardeastofthevillage.Lastyearwewereforcedtomovehergravefartherawayfromthevillageinordertomakeroomforaproposedrailline.Whenwedugupthegrave,wesawthatthecoffinhadrottedawayandthatherbodyhadmergedwiththedampeartharoundit.Sowedugupsomeofthatsoil,asymbolicact,andtookittothenewgravesite.ThatwaswhenIgraspedtheknowledgethatmymotherhadbecomepartoftheearth,andthatwhenIspoketomotherearth,Iwasreallyspeakingtomymother.5/5 莫言诺贝尔文学奖致辞英文演讲稿　　我母亲生于1922年，卒于1994年。她的骨灰，埋葬在村庄东边的桃园里。去年，一条铁路要从那儿穿过，我们不得不将她的坟墓迁移到距离村子更远的地方。掘开坟墓后，我们看到，棺木已经腐朽，母亲的骨殖，已经与泥土混为一体。我们只好象征性地挖起一些泥土，移到新的墓穴里。也就是从那一时刻起，我感到，我的母亲是大地的一部分，我站在大地上的诉说，就是对母亲的诉说。　　Iwasmymother"syoungestchild.Myearliestmemorywasoftakingouronlyvacuumbottletothepubliccanteenfordrinkingwater.Weakenedbyhunger,Idroppedthebottleandbrokeit.Scaredwitless,Ihidallthatdayinahaystack.Towardevening,Iheardmymothercallingmychildhoodname,soIcrawledoutofmyhidingplace,preparedtoreceiveabeatingorascolding.ButMotherdidn"thitme,didn"tevenscoldme.Shejustrubbedmyheadandheavedasigh.　　我是我母亲最小的孩子。我记忆中最早的一件事，是提着家里唯一的一把热水壶去公共食堂打开水。因为饥饿无力，失手将热水瓶打碎，我吓得要命，钻进草垛，一天没敢出来。傍晚的时候我听到母亲呼唤我的乳名，我从草垛里钻出来，以为会受到打骂，但母亲没有打我也没有骂我，只是抚摸着我的头，口中发出长长的叹息。　　Mymostpainfulmemoryinvolvedgoingoutinthecollective"sfieldwithMothertogleanearsofwheat.Thegleanersscatteredwhentheyspottedthe5/5 莫言诺贝尔文学奖致辞英文演讲稿watchman.ButMother,whohadboundfeet,couldnotrun;shewascaughtandslappedsohardbythewatchman,ahulkofaman,thatshefelltotheground.Thewatchmanconfiscatedthewheatwe"dgleanedandwalkedoffwhistling.Asshesatontheground,herlipbleeding,MotherworealookofhopelessnessI"llneverforget.Yearslater,whenIencounteredthewatchman,nowagray-hairedoldman,inthemarketplace,Motherhadtostopmefromgoinguptoavengeher."Son,"shesaidevenly,"themanwhohitmeandthismanarenotthesameperson."　　我记忆中最痛苦的一件事，就是跟着母亲去集体的地理拣麦穗，看守麦田的人来了，拣麦穗的人纷纷逃跑，我母亲是小脚，跑不快，被捉住，那个身材高大的看守人煽了她一个耳光，她摇晃着身体跌倒在地，看守人没收了我们拣到的麦穗，吹着口哨扬长而去。我母亲嘴角流血，坐在地上，脸上那种绝望的神情深我终生难忘。多年之后，当那个看守麦田的人成为一个白发苍苍的老人，在集市上与我相逢，我冲上去想找他报仇，母亲拉住了我，平静的对我说：“儿子，那个打我的人，与这个老人，并不是一个人。”　　MyclearestmemoryisofaMoonFestivalday,at5/5 莫言诺贝尔文学奖致辞英文演讲稿noontime,oneofthoserareoccasionswhenweatejiaoziathome,onebowlapiece.Anagingbeggarcametoourdoorwhilewewereatthetable,andwhenItriedtosendhimawaywithhalfabowlfulofdriedsweetpotatoes,hereactedangrily:"I"manoldman,"hesaid."Youpeopleareeatingjiaozi,butwanttofeedmesweetpotatoes.Howheartlesscanyoube?"Ireactedjustasangrily:"We"reluckyifweeatjiaoziacoupleoftimesayear,onesmallbowlfulapiece,barelyenoughtogetataste!Youshouldbethankfulwe"regivingyousweetpotatoes,andifyoudon"twantthem,youcangetthehelloutofhere!"After(dressingmedown)reprimandingme,Motherdumpedherhalfbowlfulofjiaoziintotheoldman"sbowl.MymostremorsefulmemoryinvolveshelpingMothersellcabbagesatmarket,andmeovercharginganoldvillageronejiao–intentionallyornot,Ican"trecall–beforeheadingofftoschool.WhenIcamehomethatafternoon,IsawthatMotherwascrying,somethingsherarelydid.Insteadofscoldingme,shemerelysaidsoftly,"Son,youembarrassedyourmothertoday."5/5