《手中纸心中爱》英文thepapermenagerie.docx

1、手中纸心中爱英文thepapermenagerieThe Paper Menagerie (Best Short Story, 2012 Hugo Award)One of my earliest memories starts with me sobbing. I refused to be soothed no matter what Mom and Dad tried.Dad gave up and left the bedroom, but Mom took me into the kitchen and sat me down at the breakfast table.“ Kan

2、, kan, ” she said, as she pulled a sheet of wrapping paper from on top of the fridge. For years, Mom carefully sliced open the wrappings around Christmas gifts and saved them on top of thefridge in a thick stack.She set the paper down, plain side facing up, and began to fold it. I stopped crying and

3、 watched her, curious.She turned the paper over and folded it again. She pleated, packed, tucked, rolled, and twisted until the paper disappeared between her cupped hands. Then she lifted the folded-up paper packet to her mouth and blew into it, like a balloon.“ Kan, ” she said. “ Laohu. ” She put h

4、er hands down on the table and let go.A little paper tiger stood on the table, the size of two fists placed together. The skin of the tiger was the pattern on the wrapping paper, white background with red candy canes and green Christmas trees.I reached out to Mom s creation. Its tail twitched, and i

5、t pounced playfully at my finger. “ Rawr-rsa, ” it growled, the sound somewhere between a cat danrustling newspapers.I laughed, startled, and stroked its back with an index finger. The paper tiger vibrated under my finger, purring.“ Zhe jiao zhezhi, ” Mom said. This is called origami.s kind waesbsrp

6、eeacthiael.dSinhto them so that theyI didn t know this at the time, but Mom shared her breath, and thus moved with her life. This was her magic.Dad had picked Mom out of a catalog.One time, when I was in high school, I asked Dad about the details. He was trying to get me to speak to Mom again.He had

7、 signed up for the introduction service back in the spring of 1973. Flipping through the pages steadily, he had spent no more than a few seconds on each page until he saw the picture of Mom.I ve never seen this picture. Dad described it: Mom was sitting in a chair, her side to the camera, wearing a

8、tight green silk cheongsam. Her head was turned to the camera so that her long black hair was draped artfully over her chest and shoulder. She looked out at him with the eyes of a calm child.“ That wasthe last page of the catalog I saw, ” he said.The catalog said she was eighteen, loved to dance, an

9、d spoke good English because she was from Hong Kong. None of these facts turned out to be true.He wrote to her, and the company passed their messages back and forth. Finally, he flew to Hong Kong to meet her.“ The people at the company had been writing her responses. She didn t know any English othe

10、rthan hello and goodbye. ”What kind of woman puts herself into a catalog so that she can be bought? The high school me thought I knew so much about everything. Contempt felt good, like wine.Instead of storming into the office to demand his money back, he paid a waitress at the hotel restaurant to tr

11、anslate for them.“ She would look at me, her eyes halfw ay between scared and hopeful, while I spoke. And when the girl began translating what I said, she d start to smile slowly. ”He flew back to Connecticut and began to apply for the papers for her to come to him. I was born a year later, in the Y

12、ear of the Tiger.At my request, Mom also made a goat, a deer, and a water buffalo out of wrapping paper. They would run around the living room while Laohu chased after them, growling. When he caught them he would press down until the air went out of them and they became just flat, folded-up pieces o

13、f paper. I would then have to blow into them to re-inflate them so they could run around some more.Sometimes, the animals got into trouble. Once, the water buffalo jumped into a dish of soy sauce on the table at dinner. (He wanted to wallow, like a real water buffalo.) I picked him out quickly but t

14、he capillary action had already pulled the dark liquid high up into his legs. The sauce-softened legs would not hold him up, and he collapsed onto the table. I dried him out in the sun, but his legs became crooked after that, and he ran around with a limp. Mom eventually wrapped his legs in saran wr

15、ap so that he could wallow to his heart s content (just not in soy sauce).Also, Laohu liked to pounce at sparrows when he and I played in the backyard. But one time, a cornered bird struck back in desperation and tore his ear. He whimpered and winced as I held him and Mom patched his ear together wi

16、th tape. He avoided birds after that.And then one day, I saw a TV documentary about sharks and asked Mom for one of my own. She made the shark, but he flapped about on the table unhappily. I filled the sink with water, and put him in. He swam around and around happily. However, after a while he became soggy and translucent, and slowly sank to the bottom, the folds coming undone. I reached in to rescue him, and all