高行健作品集-第63部分
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你一味爬坡，在山道上走得浑身冒汗，却突然来到这寨子脚下，望着寨子里的阴影心里也生出一片荫凉。
你全然没有料到，这一幢幢木楼一根根脚柱下，长长的石级竟坐满了人，你只得走在他们盘坐的腿脚空隙中间。没人看你，全低着头，轻声啼哺呐呐，背诵经文，看来都很忧伤。前去的石级随着巷子拐弯，两边的木楼七歪八斜，相互支撑住一幢也倒不了，除非等到哪一天地震或是山崩，要塌得全塌。
这些坐着的老人一个挨一个，也是这样，只要推倒其中一个，就会像小孩码着玩的骨牌，一倒全倒。你没敢去推，怕会是一场灾难。
你小心翼翼，下脚在他们盘坐的精瘦的脚踝之间。他们都穿的布缝的袜子，裹住鸡爪一样的脚掌，木楼在他们的呻吟之中也发出格吱格吱的响声，叫你弄木清响的是木楼还是他们的骨节。他们还都患有老年痉挛的毛病，摇摆身躯叨念的时候，头也总颤个不停。
这巷子弯弯曲曲，没有尽头，连两边的石阶上也坐得满满的，全穿的青灰色订了补丁的衣裳，那是一种陈年上布，一洗就瓤。危楼的栏杆上垂挂下一条条晾起的被单和粗夏布做的许多蚊帐，沉浸在悲哀中的这些老人便显得越发庄严。
他们喃呐声中有一个尖锐的声音，像猫爪子一样刺痛了你，还抓住你不放，吸引你不断前去。你无法确定这声音来自何处，见一家人门前吊着几串黄的纸钱，烟香从挂着帘子的门洞里飘逸出来，一定是什么人死了。
你越往前去越加困难，人一个紧挨一个，越来越密集，简直无从下脚，生怕踩到哪根踝骨上，准造成骨折。你不得不更加小心，从盘根错节老树根样交错的腿脚之间，捡那么点能跪下脚尖的空隙，屏住气息，一步一步倒腾。
你走在他们之中，没有一个人哪怕抬一下头。他们不是缠的包头，便盖的布帕子，你也看不见他们的脸面。这时候他们齐声唱了起来，你仔细听，渐渐才听个明白。
你们都来哟，
一天跑六回，
一回跑六次，
阴间里撒下米，
有事要你们来担起。
那领唱的尖声就来自你身边石门坎上坐着的一位老太婆。她稍许有些特别，肩上搭着块黑布，把头整个蒙住，一只手哆哆啧啧直抖，拍打膝头，身体悠悠缓缓，随着吟唱前摇后摆。她身边地上放了一碗清水，还有一节装满了米的竹筒和一叠四方的粗糙的草纸，草纸上凿打的一行行小孔。只见她手指在水碗里每沾一下，便掀一张纸钱散向空中。
不知你们几时来，
不知你们几时去，
去大地尽头，
东坡那边，
都坍哎，都坍哟，
杀人不要半领米，
救人不要半毫分，
有苦有难都得救哟，
请你们都来齐！
你想绕过她，又怕碰到她肩膀，这身躯一推就倒，只好拨开她的脚踝，她却突然尖声大叫：
都丹哟，都丹依，
筷子细的脚，
头有鸭笼粗，
他来才快当，
他讲才算数，
请他快快来，
叫他莫耽误！
她一边尖叫，一边居然缓缓站起，朝你舞动手臂，一双鸡爪样的手指伸向你，直在你眼前唬弄，你不知哪来的勇气，挡开她手臂，撩起她黑布盖头，里面竟是个干瘪的小脸，双没有目光的眼窝，深深陷进之，嘴皮子张开却只露出一颗牙，似笑非笑，叫着还又跳。
五花红蛇到处游，
老虎豹子都出动，
山门呼呼在打开，
都从那石门来，
四面八方都喊全，
一个一个都叫齐，
快快去救那落难的人！
你企图摆脱她的纠缠，可他们都缓缓站了起来，一个个干柴样的老人团团把你围住，一片颤抖的声音跟着叫喊：
都丹依，都丹哟，
快快开门请四方，
寅时请卯时到，
请到雷公电母，
得马共骑，
得钱共用！
众人一起扑向你，冲你吼叫，声音又都憋在喉管里。你只得推开他们，一个一个嗡然倒地，纸做的那样轻飘，无声无息，周围便一片死寂。你顿时也就明白，那门洞布帘子背后，铺板上躺着的那人正是你自己。你不肯就这样死去，翻然要回归人世。
Soul Mountain
作者：Gao Xingjian
Gao Xingjian
Translation by Mabel Lee
Chapter One
The old bus is a city reject。 After shaking in it for twelve hours on the potholed highway since early morning you arrive in this mountain county town in the South。
In the bus station littered with ice…lollipop papers and sugar cane scraps； you stand with your backpack and a bag and look around for a while。
People are getting off the bus or walking past； men humping sacks and women carrying babies。 A crowd of youths； unhampered by sacks or baskets； have their hands free。 They take sunflower seeds out of their pockets； toss them one at a time into their mouths and spit out the shells。 With a loud crack the kernels are expertly eaten。 To be leisurely and carefree is endemic to the place。 They are locals and life has made them like this； they have been here for many generations and you wouldn’t need to go looking anywhere else for them。 The earliest to leave the place； of course at the time this bus station didn’t exist and probably there weren’t any buses； travelled by river in the black canopy boats and overland in hired carts or by foot if they didn’t have the money。 Nowadays； as long as they are still able to travel they flock back home； even from the other side of the Pacific； arriving in cars or big air…conditioned coaches。 The rich； the famous； and the nothing in particular all hurry back because they are getting old。 After all； who doesn’t love the home of their ancestors？ Of course they don’t intend to stay so they walk around looking relaxed； talking and laughing loudly； and effusing fondness and affection for the place。 Here； when friends meet they don’t just give a nod or a handshake in the meaningless ritual of city people； they shout the person’s name or thump him on the back。 Hugging is also common but not for women； who don’t do this。 By the cement trough where the buses are washed； two young women hold hands as they chat。 The women here have lovely voices and you can’t help taking a second look。 The one with her back to you is wearing an indigo…print head scarf。 This type of scarf； and how it’s tied； dates back many generations but is seldom seen nowadays。 You find yourself walking towards them。 The scarf is tied under her chin and the two ends point up。 She has a beautiful face。 Her features are delicate； so is her slim body。 You pass close by them。 They have been holding hands all this time； both have red coarse hands and strong fingers。 Both are probably recent brides back seeing relatives and friends； or visiting parents。 Here； the word xifu means one’s own daughter…in…law and using it like rustic Northerners to refer to any young married woman will immediately incur angry abuse。 On the other hand； a married woman calls her own husband laogong yet your laogong； and my laogong are also used。 People here speak with a unique intonation even though they are descendants of the same legendary emperors and are of the same culture and race。
You yourself can’t explain why you’re here。 It happened that you were on a train and this person mentioned a place called Lingshan。 He was sitting opposite and your cup was next to his。 As the train moved； the lids on the cups clattered against one another。 If the lids kept on clattering or clattered and then stopped； that would have been the end of it。 However； whenever you and he were about to separate the cups； the clattering would stop； and as soon as you and he looked away the clattering would start again。 He and you reached out； but again the clattering stopped。 The two of you laughed at the same instant； put the cups well apart； and started a conversation。 You ask him where he is going。
〃Lingshan。〃
〃What？〃
〃Lingshan； ling meaning spirit or soul； and shan meaning mountain。〃
You’ve been to lots of places； visited lots of famous mountains； but have never heard of this place。
Your friend opposite has closed his eyes and is dozing。 Like anyone else； you can’t help being curious and naturally want to know which famous places you’ve missed on your travels。 Also； you like doing things properly and it’s annoying that there’s a place you haven’t even heard about。 You ask him about the location of Lingshan。
〃At the source of the You River；〃 he says opening his eyes。
You don’t know this You River； either； but are embarrassed about asking and give an ambiguous nod which can mean either 〃I see； thanks〃 or 〃Oh； I know the place。〃 This satisfies your desire for superiority but not your curiosity。 After a while you ask how to get there and the route up the mountain。
〃Take the train to Wuyizhen； then go upstream by boat on the You River。〃
〃What’s there？ Scenery？ Temples？ Historic sites？〃 you ask； trying to be casual。
〃It’s all virgin wilderness。〃
〃Ancient forests？〃
〃Of course； but not just ancient fore
