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                                                                                   街声
      ①(A)家乡有条小街。小街就是舞台。一瞬就是一生
      ②又回到小街,在细雨蒙蒙的深秋,在深秋的黄昏,用脚步轻轻拍打你,用眼光细细打量你,一股陌生异样的感觉倏然涌起。
      ③这,哪是久藏我心中的小街?
      ④这有一片水声。哗哗地,从小街石板底下流过。像一群顽皮野性的乡村孩子,扰得小街的黄昏忽然心神不定起来。又似一首颇为悲壮的生命进行曲,将小街笼罩在一片深重的秋色里。
      ⑤该有一片书声。呜呜地,伴着细雨的淅沥声萦绕在小街。似潮汐漫漫,如芦风萧萧,像游丝一缕一缕飘在小街。小街人历来崇尚读书,当然不是一般的泛泛而读,而是精读细究,有造诣,有著作,读出了名望。古代,有登上吏部尚书高位的;现代,有成了园林设计师、法学家、社会学家的。于是,这些人便成了小街的骄傲,成了一批孩子仿效的楷模。
      ⑥正是活泼好动的年龄,却已被父母粘在书桌前了。心里有莫大的委屈,却从不敢声张。父亲那张没有一丝笑容的脸可以镇住一切。祖母心疼极了,便出来说情。父亲呐,总是不紧不慢地说:“妈,那时,你不也是这样要求我的么?”一句话,祖母不再吭声。
      ⑦小街人瞧不起经商的。他们称之为做生意人。言下之意大有低人一等、不务正业、欺骗诈人之味。因此,小街的商业一直振兴不起来。然而,倒楣的还是小街人,要买个铁锅什么的玩意儿,都得上老远的县城去。有人笑这街上的人全是大傻瓜。这不,把一只只小鸟喂大了送走了,你只拾了个好听的名声,其他什么也拣不着。又有人劝说小街人,这附近的乡脚大着哩,留几根苗苗在小街吧,或许能赚好多好多的钱。但小街人听了总是淡淡一笑。那满不在乎的神情似乎就是说:“(B)不稀罕那几个钱!伲的眼光远着哩!伲就图个好名声!
      ⑧——哈哈,多有趣的小街人,多清高的小街人!于是,黄昏细雨裹着的小街,总能捕捉到一丝丝湿漉漉的书声;于是,小街雨雾编织的黄昏,总是一幅古老清贫色调的画。
      ⑨眼前的一切令我吃惊。小街,何时卸去了这身积着太多尘埃的灰蒙蒙的外套,浓妆艳抹起来了?一个个店铺,被横一道竖一道的油漆打扮得像待嫁的新娘;昏暗的烛光,被五颜六色的霓虹灯替代了,令人神荡目摇;夜幕还没完全垂下,小街已成了一条珠光宝气的灯河;街面改成水泥路,不再坑坑洼洼的绊脚,细雨中一辆辆自行车擦身而过,轻捷如飞燕。一个个卖茶叶蛋酒酿元子、卖T恤衫牛仔裤的小店铺闹猛得可以。顾主多数是附近的乡办厂里的农民。钱多了心也野了,晚上便来逛小街。偶尔还能看到咖啡馆舞厅里人头攒动。没有人唱歌,也没有人跳舞;却挤在一起喝茶聊天,兴致浓浓,人情浓浓。吴侬软语的评弹说唱和迪斯科的音乐飘得满街都是。街声,高高低低紧紧慢慢酸酸甜甜织成一股浓浓的声浪迎面扑来,我有点飘飘然了。
      ⑩穿过小街,忍不住又转过身去热热望了两下。小街人何时更新了观念?小街人终于赶上了新潮流。一切都变了。不变的只有这株古银杏,千掌千指擎一树的晶莹,年年秋天里透着一片醉人的金黄色的醇美,站在小街尽头,像小街的一座雕塑。
      ⑪正欲离去,忽然想起那片书声。那片曾经萦绕小街的书声呢?难道,岁月已把这片声音抹去?难道生活已使这片声音失落?一份长久压在心头的沉甸甸的思绪倏然无存,而另一种心绪则迅速潜入心中,而且膨胀沉重起来。
      ⑫说不出这是一种怎样的情绪。想抓住什么,又想挣脱什么。我曾经讨厌这书声。我此刻又比任何时候都眷恋这书声。书是让人开窍的钥匙,没了它,这世界怎会不是一片苍白?
      ⑬蒙蒙细雨中,我默默地伫立在小街尽头。我又走进了一份深深的惆怅里。
【注释】①伲(nǐ):方言,我们。
                                                                                                                                                       (作者吕锦华,文章略有删改)

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    Everyone gathered around and Paddy read out loud, slowly, his tone growing sadder and sadder. The little headline said: BOXER RECEIVES LIFE SENTENCE.

Frank Cleary, aged 26, professional boxer, was today found guilty of the murder of Albert Cumming, aged 32, laborer, last July. The jury (陪审团) reached its decision after only ten minutes, recommending the most severe punishment the court could give out. It was, said the judge, a simple case. Cumming and Cleary had quarreled violently at the Harbour Hotel on July 23rd and the police saw Cleary kicking at the head of the unconscious Cumming. When arrested Cleary was drunk but clear-thinking…

    Cleary was sentenced to life imprisonment with hard labour. Asked if he had anything to say, Cleary answered, “Just don't tell my mother.”

     “It happened over three years ago,” Paddy said helplessly. No one answered him or moved, for no one knew what to do. “Just don't tell my mother,” said Fee numbly. “And no one did! Oh, God! My poor, poor Frank!” Paddy wiped the tears from his face and said. “Fee dear, pack your things. We'll go to see him.”

    She half-rose before sinking back, her eyes in her small white face stared as if dead. “I can't go,” she said without a hint of pain, yet making everyone feel that the pain was there. “It would kill him to see me. I know him so well— his pride, his ambition. Let him bear the shame alone, it's what he wants. We’ve got to help him keep his secret. What good will it do him to see us? ”

    Paddy was still weeping, but not for Frank, for the life which had gone from Fee’s face, for the dying in her eyes. Frank had always brought bitterness and misfortune, always stood between Fee and himself. He was the cause of her withdrawal from his heart and the hearts of his children.

    Every time it looked as if there might be happiness for Fee, Frank took it away. But Paddy's love for her was as deep and impossible to wipe out as hers was for Frank.

    So he said, “Well, Fee, we won't go. But we must make sure he is taken care of. How about if I write to Father Jones and ask him to look out for Frank?”

    The eyes didn't liven, but a faint pink stole into her cheeks. “Yes, Paddy, do that. Only make sure he knows not to tell Frank we found out. Perhaps it would ease Frank to think for certain that we don't know.”