<p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"><u> 易青娥自她舅被公安局帶走后，就像霜打了的茄子，明顯比過去蔫了許多。有一陣，她幾乎感覺渾身天天都在發(fā)燙。手抖，腿戰(zhàn)，心也顫。飯吃不下去，晚上也睡不著。本來就削薄，這下更是黑瘦成一把風干的柴火了。她好多次聽到，有人在她身邊說：“這號雞骨頭馬撒，咋還沒清理了?！币浊喽痖_始不知道“撒”是啥意思。后來聽人說，“撒”是腦殼的關中方言?！半u骨頭馬撒”，就是人長得頭大身子小、比例失調、不成材料的意思。胡彩香老師說，這些說她壞話的，都是她舅過去得罪過的人。要她左邊耳朵聽，從右邊耳朵出去就是了。反正她也不跟這些人打交道。但面對同學，她還是要天天經歷好幾次麥芒扎背的灼痛。</u></b></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"> After her uncle was taken away by the police, Yi Qing'e wilted like a frostbitten eggplant, noticeably more listless than before. For a while, she felt like she was burning up every day. Her hands trembled, her legs shook, and her heart pounded. She couldn't eat, and she couldn't sleep at night. Already thin, she became even more emaciated, like a dried-up bundle of firewood. She often heard people say to her, "This chicken-boned bastard, why hasn't he been cleaned up yet?" Yi Qing'e didn't know what "bastard" meant at first. Later, she heard that "bastard" was a Guanzhong dialect word for "head." "Chicken-boned bastard" meant someone with a large head and small body, disproportionate, and of poor quality. Teacher Hu Caixiang said that those who spoke ill of her were people her uncle had offended in the past. She could just let it go in one ear and out the other. Anyway, she didn't associate with these people. But facing her classmates, she still had to endure the burning pain of being pricked by wheat awns several times a day.</b></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"><u> 在防震棚里，她被擠在了最邊上的鋪位，一進棚，第一個就住著她。有一天晚上，院子里的狗甚至跑進來，還舔過她的臉呢。她也不敢喊，因為她心里覺得，自己是不配喊叫的。一喊叫，也只能招來更多的白眼。當夜深人靜時，她從幕布的縫隙里，能看見天上的星星和月亮?？粗切窃铝粒胫约旱牡锖脱?，還有讓人用繩子捆走的舅，就整夜整夜睡不著。白天練功也沒精神，遲早都活得恍恍惚惚的。她能感覺到，整天都有同學在她背后指指戳戳。她舅被公安局抓了，就好像她也被抓了一樣。睡覺沒人跟她搭鋪了。吃飯沒人跟她圍圈圈了。練功更是沒人愿意跟她組合了。就連劈雙叉，她腿軟，是老替人背虧的，也都沒人跟她挨著屁股了。就好像她渾身都很臟似的。連吃飯的碗、喝水的罐頭瓶子，不僅沒人動了，而且放在一起都不情愿了。而別的同學，是經常要互相在一個碗里吃東西，捧著一個瓶子搶水喝的。</u></b></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"> In the earthquake-resistant tent, she was squeezed into the very edge of the bunk; she was the first one to sleep there upon entering. One night, even the dog from the yard ran in and licked her face. She didn't dare to shout, because she felt she wasn't worthy to shout. Shouting would only bring more scornful looks. When the night was deep and quiet, she could see the stars and moon through the gaps in the curtain. Looking at the stars and moon, thinking of her parents, the sheep, and her uncle who had been tied up with ropes, she couldn't sleep night after night. She had no energy for her daytime practice, and sooner or later she lived in a daze. She could feel her classmates pointing and whispering behind her back all day. Her uncle's arrest by the police felt like it meant she had been arrested too. No one shared a bunk with her anymore. No one ate with her anymore. No one wanted to practice with her anymore. Even when she did the splits, her legs were weak, and she was always the one to take the blame for others; no one wanted to sit next to her anymore. It was as if she was filthy. Even the bowls for eating and the cans for drinking water were not only untouched, but people were also reluctant to put them together. Meanwhile, other students would often share food from the same bowl and grab water from the same bottle.</b></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"><u> 她也想一個人住回房里，哪怕讓地震塌死算了，可老師不讓。她也曾偷偷回去住過一晚上，半夜被老師發(fā)現，還揪著耳朵拎出來，罰站在地震棚外，直到天大亮。</u></b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"> She wanted to go back to her room alone, even if it meant being crushed to death by the earthquake, but the teacher wouldn't allow it. She had secretly gone back to stay one night, but was discovered in the middle of the night, dragged out by the ear, and made to stand outside the earthquake shelter as punishment until dawn.</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"><u> 這中間，還發(fā)生了一件事。</u></b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"> In between, another incident occurred.</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"><u> 有一天早上，他們剛開始練功，突然接到通知，說要準備上街大游行，慶祝打倒“四人幫”呢。“四人幫”是啥，易青娥一點都不知道。但老師們都能說出這四個人的名字來。大游行是啥，易青娥也不知道。但老師們好像也都很熟悉。</u></b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"> One morning, just as they were beginning their practice, they suddenly received a notice to prepare for a large-scale street parade to celebrate the downfall of the "Gang of Four." Yi Qing'e had no idea what the "Gang of Four" was. But the teachers all knew their names. Yi Qing'e didn't know what the large-scale parade was either. But the teachers seemed to know them all too well.</b></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"><u> 不一會兒，院子里就集中了幾十個敲鑼打鼓的。可惜她舅不在里面了。磨盤大的鼓，是一個在批判會上指著她舅的鼻子、罵過她舅的人在敲。還有人在寫大字。大字上是那四個人的名字，都打了紅叉。然后把字別在一個橫幕條上。而所有演員，都集中在防震棚里排練。排的是扭秧歌，嘴里一齊喊著：</u></b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"> Soon, dozens of people gathered in the courtyard, banging drums and gongs. Unfortunately, her uncle wasn't there. The drum, as big as a millstone, was being banged by someone who had pointed at her uncle and cursed him at the criticism meeting. Others were writing large characters. The characters bore the names of the four people, all marked with a red cross. Then the characters were pinned to a horizontal banner. Meanwhile, all the actors were rehearsing in the earthquake-resistant tent. They were rehearsing a Yangko dance, chanting in unison:</b></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"><u> “舉——國——大歡慶，打倒‘四人幫’！”</u></b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"> "A nationwide celebration! Down with the 'Gang of Four'!"</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"><u> 學員們基本都上了。楚嘉禾和封瀟瀟甚至還在領舞的隊列里呢。有些沒安排上跳舞的，也安排打了彩旗。打旗的人也在練抬頭挺胸正步走，一個個可神氣了。但沒讓易青娥上。有人說，這“雞骨頭馬撒”就算了，出去打個旗旗，都丟劇團人的臉哩。讓她在家看門好了。她就一個人，縮在別人瞅不見的地方，朝熱鬧處偷看著。</u></b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"> Most of the trainees participated. Chu Jiahe and Feng Xiaoxiao were even in the lead dance group. Some who weren't assigned to dance were given flags to carry. The flag bearers were practicing marching with their heads held high and chests out, looking quite spirited. But Yi Qing'e wasn't allowed to participate. Some said, "This 'chicken-bone horse' (ugly as hell ) is better off not going out to carry a flag; it's a disgrace to the troupe. Let her stay home and watch the house." She was alone, hiding where no one could see her, secretly watching the commotion.</b></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"><u> 十點時，游行隊伍集合起來了。敲鑼打鼓的，都穿著一身解放軍服裝。扭秧歌的，穿著紅上衣、綠褲子，腰上還綁了一片一丈多長的紅綢子。臉上都化了跟演出時一樣的濃妝。有人把哨子使勁吹了幾吹，隊伍才安靜下來。黃主任拿著一個喇叭，后來易青娥才知道，那玩意兒叫半導體。黃主任清清嗓子，幾乎是一字一頓地喊著說：</u></b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"> At ten o'clock, the parade participants assembled. Those banging drums and gongs were all dressed in People's Liberation Army uniforms. Those performing the Yangko dance wore red shirts and green trousers, with long red ribbons tied around their waists. Their faces were all heavily made up, just like in a performance. Someone blew a whistle a few times, and the procession quieted down. Director Huang held a microphone —later Yi Qing'e learned it was called a Semiconductor microphone and cleared his throat, almost enunciating each word as he spoke:</b></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"><u> “今天，縣城，萬人，大游行。連，附近，幾個，公社的，革命群眾，都來啦！縣委、縣革委會，對這次，游行，高度，重視。尤其，是，對劇團，十分重視！讓，我們，走在，整個，記好了，是整個，游行隊伍的，最前面！同志們，考驗我們的時候，到了！今天，一定要，把鑼，鼓，家伙，都敲得，最響亮最響亮。把秧歌，扭得，最紅火最紅火。大家做得到做不到？”</u></b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"> "Today, in the county town, there's a massive parade of ten thousand people. Even revolutionary masses from several nearby communes have come! The county committee and the county revolutionary committee attach great importance to this parade, especially to the theatrical troupe! We're to be at the very front of the entire parade—remember, the very front! Comrades, our time to be tested has come! Today, we must make the gongs, drums, and all other instruments the loudest possible sound. We must make the Yangko dance the most vibrant and lively performance. Can everyone do it?"</b></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"><u> 只聽一片排山倒海的聲音：</u></b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"> A deafening roar erupted:</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"><u> “做得到！”</u></b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"> "We can do it!"</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"><u> 黃主任就十分威風地發(fā)出了命令：</u></b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"> Director Huang then issued the command with great authority:</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"> “出發(fā)！”</b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"> "Go!"</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"><u> 只聽鑼鼓響器，在院子里發(fā)出了震耳欲聾的聲音。</u></b></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"> The deafening sound of gongs and drums filled the courtyard.</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"><u> 劇團的隊伍扭動了。在隊伍走出大門的時候，街上的鑼鼓鞭炮聲，已響成一片。</u></b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"> The troupe began to move. As the troupe marched out of the gate, the sounds of gongs, drums, and firecrackers filled the street.</b></p> <p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"><u> 陳彥，1963年生于陜西鎮(zhèn)安。一級編劇。中國作家協(xié)會會員。曾創(chuàng)作《遲開的玫瑰》《大樹西遷》《西京故事》等戲劇作品數十部，三次獲“曹禺戲劇文學獎”“文華編劇獎”，作品三度入選國家舞臺藝術精品工程“十大精品劇目”。曾創(chuàng)作32集電視劇《大樹小樹》，獲“飛天獎”。著有長篇小說《西京故事》《裝臺》，其中《裝臺》被中國小說學會評為“2015小說排行榜”長篇小說榜首，“2015中國好書”，2017年獲首屆“吳承恩長篇小說獎”。出版有《陳彥劇作選》《陳彥詞作選》《陳彥西京三部曲》，散文集《必須抵達》《邊走邊看》《堅挺的表達》《說秦腔》等著作。</u></b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:20px;"> Chen Yan was born in Zhen'an, Shaanxi Province in 1963. He is a first-class screenwriter and a member of the China Writers Association. He has created dozens of theatrical works, including *The Late-Blooming Rose*, *The Great Tree Moves West*, and *The Story of Xi'an*, winning the Cao Yu Drama Literature Award and the Wenhua Screenwriting Award three times. His works have been selected three times as one of the "Top Ten Excellent Plays" in the National Stage Art Masterpiece Project. He also wrote the 32-episode TV series *The Great Tree and the Little Tree*, which won the Feitian Award. He is the author of the novels *The Story of Xi'an* and *Zhuangtai*, with *Zhuangtai* being ranked first on the "2015 Novel Ranking" by the China Novel Society and named one of the "2015 China's Best Books." In 2017, he won the inaugural Wu Cheng'en Novel Award. He has published *Selected Plays by Chen Yan*, *Selected Lyrics by Chen Yan*, *Chen Yan's Xi'an Trilogy*, and essay collections such as *Must Arrive*, *Walking and Observing*, *A Resilient Expression*, and *Talking about Qinqiang Opera*.</b></p>