鳥(niǎo)叫的聲音

湖南張?jiān)煸乒└?/p>

鳥(niǎo)叫的聲音

湖南張?jiān)煸乒└?/p>

The Sound of Singing firds

A bird probably seemed to step into a maze when she broke into my bedroom.It happenedoccasionally1in the city,I think.The birds are anything but happy about going to the city since the city is just aconcrete2jungle3.For birds,a single tree can be a hard-won place for living. Unfortunately it is so small that it decreases the bird’s interest;most birds coming here are just sparrows.Village provides good places for birds.Cabins4are their toys.Grackle5,swallow6and other wild birds are all friends of the village.

She came to visit me because of being a friend.My eyes were on this bird curiously.It was not a sparrow,not a grackle,or not a swallow.Its tiny body looked like a little shy girl.I knew she was the bird usually staying on theundershrub7orosmanthus8trees,with yellow feather and shortbeak9,however I could not tell her name.All the appearance I could tell was this.It was not important to give her a name but the fact that she flew into my room.

“Catch it!Catch it!”My daughter was yelling.

Why catch it?It’s just a creature missing the road.Here was a living room for human being.Hers was on the treetop.Leave the house,go and wait for me on the treetop.

“Daddy,why do you let it go?”

I sincerely expect to be a friend of it.Leaving it alone is the best gift to it.I hope it would wait for me after leaving.

Last time I saw,a painting by a genius artist,Yue Lang.Many people in literature and art circles said that they didn’t understand this painting because the word“sound”was tooabstract10since there were no trees or birds in the picture,how could there be“sound”?

I didn’t know how happy,despairing,helpless and grateful the sound of the bird is until the bird flew into my window.What Yue Lang wanted to express in his abstract art was the call of the nature,just like the happy voice of the birds,I think.

The sound of singing birds,I understand.

“Daddy,the bird is back!”My daughter shouted in a pleasant voice.

I looked at it.Was it?Was it the bird that used to be here?I was not sure.May be or may be not.But I prefer to believe it is.Human beings are emotional creatures,so are birds,aren’t they?

I heard the singing again,without any despairing or unpleasant voice,just like praising thisbeautiful village,those growing trees and the green pool crossing around my house.

My girl spread her arms curiously just like the bird opened its wings.But the bird flew away.Oh dear bird,my daughter was not going to hurt you.Yue Lang,if you can see this scene, you will be touched deeply or maybe create a new painting called.

Caroline McKenzie,a famous English painter wrote to me in an e-mail,“Creation is not to take a photo.I think,even the best realistic painting,can not do much better than a camera.Let thoughts burst forth.How far your heart there is;how far the sound spreads.”

I want to share this quote with Yue Lang;I want to share the sound of birds with my daughter;I want to share this peace and beauty with my village.Once there was a bird flew over a house,and then flew into the room;once there was a bird arrived to guide the village.The morning starts from sunup;starts from the singing of birds.

The soundroused11my sleeping wife and daughter.I got up early for greeting the first song of birds.It sounded silvery and beautiful.I watched the birds through window.I considered my window as a natural frame.My sight moved as the birds flied;I could not move the window so just let me film it by hands.The birds were flying into my viewfinder;my heart was flying into the pleasant sound up in the sky.

Flying,and flying;remember to wait for me on the treetop.

一只鳥(niǎo)也許誤闖了迷宮，闖入了我的臥室。我想，像這種情況，在城市里是很少見(jiàn)的。城市里是高樓林立的鋼筋森林，鳥(niǎo)兒不喜歡去城市。一棵樹(shù)對(duì)城市里的鳥(niǎo)兒來(lái)說(shuō)是難得的寄托。可惜這個(gè)寄托不成規(guī)模，鳥(niǎo)兒的興趣不大，來(lái)的大多只是麻雀。村莊給鳥(niǎo)兒提供了很好的棲息地。一座小屋，對(duì)鳥(niǎo)兒來(lái)說(shuō)是難得的玩具。白頭翁，燕子以及其他的野鳥(niǎo)都是村莊的朋友。

是朋友就要進(jìn)屋玩玩的。我好奇地看著這只鳥(niǎo)。不是麻雀，不是白頭翁，不是燕子。它小巧的個(gè)子，像一個(gè)害羞的小姑娘。我說(shuō)不出名字，但我知道，就是經(jīng)常在小灌木、桂花樹(shù)上逗留的小鳥(niǎo)，赭黃色的羽毛，喙短小。我能說(shuō)得出來(lái)的相貌特征就這些了。我想給它安個(gè)什么名并不重要吧，重要的是它跑到我的臥室里來(lái)了。

“抓住它，抓住它！”女兒大聲地喊叫。

為什么要抓住它呢？它是誤入歧途的生靈。這里本是人類的居室，它的臥室在樹(shù)梢上吧。離開(kāi)屋子，去樹(shù)梢上等我吧。

“爸爸，你為什么把它給放了？”

我真的希望，和它做朋友，放生就是對(duì)它最好的禮遇。我希望，它離開(kāi)房子后，在樹(shù)梢上等我。

上次看鬼才月浪的畫(huà)作《鳥(niǎo)叫的聲音》，有好多的文藝界的朋友說(shuō)，看不懂月浪先生的這幅畫(huà)作，說(shuō)聲音太抽象了，既沒(méi)有樹(shù)也沒(méi)有鳥(niǎo)，哪里有鳥(niǎo)叫的聲音？

自從鳥(niǎo)兒撞進(jìn)我的臥室后，我才知道鳥(niǎo)叫的聲音可以多么快樂(lè)、多么絕望、多么無(wú)助、多么感恩。我想，月浪先生的抽象藝術(shù)所表達(dá)出來(lái)的正是一種自然的呼喚，就像那快樂(lè)的鳥(niǎo)兒叫聲。

鳥(niǎo)叫的聲音，我懂。

“爸爸，鳥(niǎo)兒又飛回來(lái)了。”女兒驚喜地叫道。

我定睛一看。是嗎？會(huì)是以前的那只小鳥(niǎo)嗎？我不知道。也許是，也許不是。可我情愿相信是。因?yàn)槿耸怯懈星榈模蚁耄B(niǎo)兒也應(yīng)該懂點(diǎn)感情，不是嗎？

我又聽(tīng)到了鳥(niǎo)叫的聲音，那聲音沒(méi)有一丁點(diǎn)絕望的聲音，沒(méi)有一丁點(diǎn)不如意的聲音，好像在歌唱美麗的村莊、歌唱慢慢長(zhǎng)大的樹(shù)、歌唱門前屋后那一灣碧塘。

女兒好奇地張開(kāi)雙手，就像鳥(niǎo)兒張開(kāi)翅膀。鳥(niǎo)兒飛走了。鳥(niǎo)兒呀，女兒是不會(huì)傷害你的。月浪，如果你看到此情此景，也許你會(huì)有新的觸動(dòng)，或許會(huì)畫(huà)一幅畫(huà)叫作《鳥(niǎo)兒飛翔的青春》？

英國(guó)著名油畫(huà)家凱羅琳·麥肯錫在寫(xiě)給我的信（e-mail）中提到：“創(chuàng)作不是照相，再好的工筆，我們贏不過(guò)相機(jī)。要讓思想沖破牢籠，心有多遠(yuǎn)，聲音會(huì)有多遠(yuǎn)。”

我想和月浪一起分享英國(guó)朋友的這句話；我想和女兒一起分享鳥(niǎo)叫的聲音；我想和村莊一起分享安詳和美好。曾經(jīng)有鳥(niǎo)兒飛過(guò)房子，飛入臥室；曾經(jīng)有鳥(niǎo)兒蒞臨指導(dǎo)村莊。早晨從陽(yáng)光燦爛開(kāi)始，從鳥(niǎo)叫的聲音里開(kāi)始。

鳥(niǎo)叫的聲音在清晨喚醒我在睡夢(mèng)中的妻女。我早早地起了床，為的是迎接鳥(niǎo)叫的第一聲。那聲音銀鈴般美妙。我透過(guò)窗欞望著鳥(niǎo)兒。我家的窗戶，就好像是一個(gè)天然的畫(huà)框，鳥(niǎo)兒飛到哪兒，我的視線移到哪兒；我的窗欞我?guī)Р蛔撸妥屛译p手取景吧。鳥(niǎo)兒飛在我的取景框里；我的心飛在鳥(niǎo)兒快樂(lè)的叫聲里。

飛吧，飛吧，記得在樹(shù)梢等我。