这片叫作福建的土地…… ( 作者：赵丹健）

　　
　　


　　这片叫作福建的土地……






　　作者: 赵丹健

　　那年我11岁，带着父亲对家乡美好的描述，和一颗天真浪漫的孩童的心，坐了24小时的火车， 翻山越岭，来到了这片叫作福建的土地……

　　多么亲切啊，茉莉花， 芭蕉树，龙眼﹑荔枝﹑橄榄树，和散发着花香﹑果香和树叶清香的家乡，是年少离家远行的父亲无数次描绘的美景；多么陌生啊，奇特的方言，清淡的饭菜，和冒着热气流淌着温泉的土地。

　　这片叫作福建的土地，陪着我渐渐地长大的土地，从初中，到高中， 到大学，到工作，到五湖四海；尝过了香甜的亚热带水果，领教了以苦为养的各种苦涩的食物；度过了酷热的盛夏，经过了阴冷的寒冬；遇见了善良的家乡人，也感受了人情的冷漠和世事的残酷。

　　这片叫作福建的土地，曾让我多么失望的土地，被强烈思乡的父亲无限美化了的家乡，在我来到她面前的那一刻，呈现给我的是她的落后﹑封闭和时不时撞见的愚昧。

　　这片叫作福建的土地，曾让年少的我发誓要远离了她远走高飞的地方，任凭当年那个单纯的孩子如何嫌弃她，怎样躲开她，总是默默地，无怨地陪着她，陪着她。

　　这片叫作福建的土地，什么时候悄悄地驻到了我的心底，每一滴年少时的眼泪，每一次青春里的欢笑， 彷徨和苦斗，艰辛和不屈，每一点的记忆都有她的身影。

　　这片叫作福建的土地，此刻我站在你的面前，我们默默相对，如同11岁那年我初到的那天；
　　这片叫作福建的土地，此刻我依偎在你的身旁，有你陪伴的成长岁月历历在目， 眼眶渐渐湿润…….





　　英语译文：



　　This land called Fujian…..


　　Author/ Translator: Zhao Danjian

　　I was 11 years old that year, with my father's good description of the hometown, and the heart of a naive and romantic child, took a 24-hour train, climbed over the mountains, and came to this land called Fujian...

　　How kind! Jasmine, banana, longan﹑litchi﹑olive trees, and home with fragrance of flowers﹑fruits and leaves, are countless pictures of young father who left hometown in his youth time ; How strange, strange dialects, light meals, and hot springs flowing in the hot air.

　　This land called Fujian, accompanied me gradually growing up, from junior high school to high school, to university, to work, to all over the world; tasted sweet subtropical fruits, and bitter and astringent food; spent the hot summer, and the cold winter; met the good people, but also felt the coldness of humanity and the cruelty of the world.

　　This land called Fujian, the land that disappointed me, the hometown that was infinitely beautified by the father with strong homesickness, the moment I came to her, the one that was presented to me was her backwardness, closure, and Ignorance.

　　This land called Fujian, once made me swear to stay away from her, always accompany the child in silence and without complaint, no matter how the simple child abandoned her and avoided her.

　　This land called Fujian, was quietly stationed in my heart. Every tear of youth, every laughter in youth, sorrow and struggle, hardship and unyielding, every bit of memory has her figure.


　　This land called Fujian. At this moment I am standing in front of you. We are silent, like the day I first arrived at the age of 11.
　　This land called Fujian. At this moment, I am leaning next to you. The growing years that you accompany are vivid, and my eyes are getting wet....