季羡林《月是故乡明》Bright is the Moon over My Home Village

季羡林《月是故乡明》Bright is the Moon over My Home Village每个人都有个故乡，人人的故乡都有个月亮，人人都爱自己的故乡的月亮。

事情大概就是这个样子。

Everyone has his hometown, every hometown has a moon, and everyone loves the moon over his hometown. Presumably, that's how things are.但是，如果只有孤零零一个月亮，未免显得有点孤单。

因此，在中国古代诗文中，月亮总有什么东西当陪衬，最多的是山和水，什么“山高月小”、“三潭印月”等等，不可胜数。

However, the moon would look lonely if it hung in the sky all by itself. In classic Chinese poems or essays, therefore, the moon is always accompanied by something, most likely by a mountain or a river. Hence, "High is the mountain, and small is the moon," and "Three towers reflected on the lake on a moonlight night," etc. There are simply too many such scenes to count.我的故乡是在山东西北部大平原上。

我小的时候，从来没有见过山，也不知山为何物。

我曾幻想，山大概是一个圆而粗的柱子吧，顶天立地，好不威风。

以后到了济南，才见到山，恍然大悟：山原来是这个样子呀。

因此，我在故乡望月，从来不同山联系。

像苏东坡说的“月出于东山之上，徘徊于斗牛之间”，完全是我无法想象的。

My home village is located on a major plain in northwestern Shandong. I never saw a mountain when I was small; as a result, I didn't know what a mountain was like. In my imagination, a mountain was probably a thick and round column, so tall that it pierced the sky and looked awesome. When I grew up, I went to Jinan, where I saw some mountains for the first time. Suddenly I became aware of what a mountain was. The moon that I saw in my village when I was young, therefore, was never associated with any mountains. It was beyond my wildest dream to understand what the poet Su Dongpo said in his poem: "The moon rises above the Eastern Mountain and lingers between the Southern Dipper and Altair."至于水，我的故乡小村却大大地有。

几个大苇坑占了小村面积一多半。

在我这个小孩子眼中，虽不能像洞庭湖“八月湖水平”那样有气派，但也颇有一点烟波浩渺之势。

到了夏天，黄昏以后，我在坑边的场院里躺在地上，数天上的星星。

有时候站在古柳下面点起篝火。

然后上树一摇，成群的知了飞落下来。

比白天用嚼烂的麦粒去粘要容易得多。

我天天晚上乐此不彼，天天盼望黄昏早早来临。

As for water, there was plenty of it in my small village. Several reed-filled ponds made up most of the village. In the eyes of a kid such as me, those ponds were not as magnificent as Lake Dongting whose "waters in August are placid," but they did seem to extend far and wide. On a summer evening, I would lie on the ground near a pondand try to count the stars in the sky. Occasionally a bonfire would be set under an old willow. Someone would climb onto the tree and shake it. And lo and behold, many cicadas would drop down. That was a much easier way of catching cicada than trying to get them glued to chewed wheat grains. Every evening I took great pleasure in doing that, and everybody I looked forward to the early arrival of dusk.到了更晚的时候，我走到坑边，抬头看到晴空一轮明月，清光四溢，与水里的那个月亮相映成趣。

我当时虽然还不懂什么叫诗兴，但也顾而乐之，心中油然有什么东西在萌动。

有时候在坑边玩很久，才回家睡觉。

在梦中见到两个月亮叠在一起，清光更加晶莹澄澈。

第二天一早起来，到坑边苇子丛里去捡鸭子下的蛋，白白地一闪光，手伸向水中，一摸就是一个蛋。

此时更是乐不可支了。

Later in the evening, I would walk to a pond, where I looked up at the moon in the sky, bright and clear, and down at the moon reflected, just as bright and clear, on the surface of the pond. Too young to know what a poem was, I was nonetheless so impressed by what I had seen that there seemed to be something stirring in my heart. On some days, I would play by the pond late into the night. Not until midnight did I go home to sleep. And in my dream, I would see two moons, one on the top of the other, their light shining all the more brightly and splendidly. The next day, early in the morning, I would go to the pond to look for duck eggs in the reeds. Glistening, they were there for me to pick. I was happy beyond words.我只在故乡呆了六年，以后就离乡背井，漂泊天涯。

在济南住了十多年，在北京度过四年，又回到济南呆了一年，然后在欧洲住了近十一年，重又回到北京，到现在已经四十多年了。

在这期间，我曾到过世界上将近三十个国家，我看过许许多多的月亮。

在风光旖旎的瑞士莱茫湖上，在平沙无垠的非洲大沙漠中，在碧波万顷的大海中，在巍峨雄奇的高山上，我都看到过月亮，这些月亮应该说都是美妙绝伦的，我都异常喜欢。

但是，看到它们，我立刻就想到我故乡那苇坑上面和水中的那个小月亮。

对比之下，无论如何我也感到，这些广阔世界的大月亮，万万比不上我那心爱的小月亮。

不管我离开我的故乡多少万里，我的心立刻就飞来了。

我的小月亮，我永远忘不掉你！I lived in my home village for only six years. Then I left it and began to live the life of an itinerant, roaming freely all over the world. First I spent a dozen or so years in Jinan, then I spent four years in Peking and then I returned to Jinan for one more year. Following that, I lived in Europe nearly eleven years, only to return to Peking again. Altogether, it was over forty years, during which I visited nearly 30 countries and saw the moon everywhere I went. I saw it in Lake Leman in Switzerland, on the great desert in Africa, in the vast sea, and over huge mountains.The moon was undisputedly beautiful wherever I saw it, and I liked it every time I saw it. But the sight of the moon in foreign lands would invariably remind me of the small moon I had seen over my own village, reflected on the water of a pond. I always felt that, however big and beautiful the foreign moon was, it could not be as bright and beautiful as the lovely moon I saw over my small village. However distant I might be from my home village,the thought of that lovely moon would make my heart fly back. My dear lovely small moon, I'll never forget you!我现在已经年近耄耋。