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演讲稿/演讲稿范文 莫言演讲稿3篇 *目录. 莫言演讲稿. 杨振宁莫言范曾科学与文学励志演讲稿. 莫言诺贝尔文学奖致辞英文演讲稿莫言在诺贝尔晚宴上的答谢词(准备稿)XX年12月10日(当地时间)mo yans prepared banquet speech at the nobel banquet10 december XX尊敬的国王陛下、王后陛下，女士们，先生们：your majesties, your royal highnesses, ladies and gentlemen,我，一个来自遥远的中国山东高密东北乡的农民的儿子，站在这个举世瞩目的殿堂上，领取了诺贝尔文学奖，这很像一个童话，但却是不容置疑的现实。for me, a farm boy from gaomis northeast township in far-away china, standing here in this world-famous hall after having received the nobel prize in literature feels like a fairy tale, but of course it is true.获奖后一个多月的经历，使我认识到了诺贝尔文学奖巨大的影响和不可撼动的尊严。我一直在冷眼旁观着这段时间里发生的一切，这是千载难逢的认识人世的机会，更是一个认清自我的机会。my experiences during the months since the announcement have made me aware of the enormous impact of the nobel prize and the unquestionable respect it enjoys. i have tried to view what has happened during this period in a cool, detached way. it has been a golden opportunity for me to learn about the world and, even more so, an opportunity for me to learn about myself.我深知世界上有许多作家有资格甚至比我更有资格获得这个奖项;我相信，只要他们坚持写下去，只要他们相信文学是人的光荣也是上帝赋予人的权利，那么，“他必将华冠加在你头上，把荣冕交给你。”(圣经箴言第四章)i am well aware that there are many writers in the world who would be more worthy laureates than i. i am convinced that if they only continue to write, if they only believe that literature is the ornament of humanity and a god-given right, she will give you a garland to grace your head and present you with a glorious crown. (proverbs 4:9)我深知，文学对世界上的政治纷争、经济危机影响甚微，但文学对人的影响却是源远流长。有文学时也许我们认识不到它的重要，但如果没有文学，人的生活便会粗鄙野蛮。因此，我为自己的职业感到光荣也感到沉重。i am also well aware that literature only has a minimal influence on political disputes or economic crises in the world, but its significance to human beings is ancient. when literature exists, perhaps we do not notice how important it is, but when it does not exist, our lives become coarsened and brutal. for this reason, i am proud of my profession, but also aware of its importance.借此机会，我要向坚定地坚持自己信念的瑞典学院院士们表示崇高的敬意，我相信，除了文学，没有任何能够打动你们的理由。i want to take this opportunity to express my admiration for the members of the swedish academy, who stick firmly to their own convictions. i am confident that you will not let yourselves be affected by anything other than literature.我还要向翻译我作品的各国翻译家表示崇高的敬意，没有你们，世界文学这个概念就不能成立。你们的工作，是人类彼此了解、互相尊重的桥梁。当然，在这样的时刻，我不会忘记我的家人、朋友对我的支持和帮助，他们的智慧和友谊在我的作品里闪耀光芒。i also want to express my respect for the translators from various countries who have translated my work. without you, there would be no world literature. your work is a bridge that helps people to understand and respect each other. nor, at this moment, can i forget my family and friends, who have given me their support and help. their wisdom and friendship shines through my work.最后，我要特别地感谢我的故乡中国山东高密的父老乡亲，我过去是，现在是，将来也是你们中的一员;我还要特别地感谢那片生我养我的厚重大地，俗话说，“一方水土养一方人”，我便是这片水土养育出来的一个说书人，我的一切工作，都是为了报答你的恩情。finally, i wish to extend special thanks to my older relatives and compatriots at home in gaomi, shandong, china. i was, am and always will be one of you. i also thank the fertile soil that gave birth to me and nurtured me. it is often said that a person is shaped by the place where he grows up. i am a storyteller, who has found nourishment in your humid soil. everything that i have done, i have done to thank you!谢谢大家!my sincere thanks to all of you!杨振宁莫言范曾科学与文学励志演讲稿莫言演讲稿（2） 范曾：杨先生，今天非常高兴，您和莫言兄来到北大，我记得我看过一些很普及的读物，就是科学的。霍金的宇宙简史，时间简史，果壳中的宇宙，我大概能看懂十分之二。凡是公式的部分全看不懂，可是看了这个呢，我觉得他是一个充满幻想的人，您认识他，而且您对他的评价很高，可是他为什么得不到诺贝尔奖。杨振宁：我不会回答这个问题。讲起这个诺贝尔奖，我要问莫言一个问题。你跟我走了不同的道路，我们的出身也是完全不一样的，你是个农民的儿子，我是个大学教授的儿子。你走了文学的路，我走了科学的路。我们两个人走上了斯德哥尔摩获奖的这个台上。可是我走上奖台的时候，我深深的感受到，我的感受跟一个美国的诺贝尔学奖获得者的感受是不一样的。我要问莫言，你去年在斯德哥尔摩获奖的时候你是不是也有一个感受，你这个得奖跟一个英国人在那得奖或者一个法国人在那得奖是不一样的。莫言：我觉得跟任何人都不一样，这个诺贝尔文学奖是第一次颁给中国籍的作家，尤其是关于文学奖在中国的几十年来一直是个热点的问题，我是深受其扰，在没得奖之前，每年到了九月份十月份，就会接到很多很多的电话，一会说你今年怎么样，一会又说你认为谁能得谁不得，后来就干脆这段时间不接电话，不回答。所以这个时候，我就感觉这个得奖者已经变成一个被众人所研究的科学对象了。他已经不是个人了。所以领奖的时候，我感觉到我不是一个领奖者，不是一个被观察者，而变成了一个观察者。我站在这个舞台上，我在看国王、看王后，看国王后面那两个漂亮的女儿。当然我也看台下，看我的太太和我的女儿。所以也有人问我，你在领奖的时候，从国王手里面接到这个奖牌的时候，有什么想法没有?没有想到，都是在观察。范曾：我想问杨教授，你曾经说过，科学家从来都不能发明，他只是在不断发现。我想问莫言兄，您是在发明创造，还是有另一种途径?莫言：我想文学创作和科学发现有很多共同的地方，也有一些不同。文学家关注的是人，科学家关注的是物;文学家探讨的是人类的情感，科学家关注的可能是物质的原理。所以同样一个事物在文学家和科学家的眼睛里可能就不一样。我记得鲁迅曾经说过，我们一般人看到的鲜花就是美丽的花朵，但是在植物学家眼里就变成了植物的生殖器官。但在创造的过程当中它们也有很多共同的地方。严格地说作家的创作也不是无中生有，作家在作品里塑造的所有人物也都是现实当中的人物经过想象、加工后的综合，但他确实又不能跟生活中的任何一个人物对上号，他是属于作家的一种文学创造。所以我觉得这是文学比物理学、化学稍微自由一点的地方。范曾：我觉得自由得多，尤其莫言兄你的笔就像一支魔笔，神奇幻化，而且给人一种更加真实的感觉。这是我的感受。那谈到风格，文学家的风格是没话说的，科学家的风格怎么体现?科学家和文学家的风格有什么区别? 杨振宁：我想是有区别的。这和前几分钟你问的问题也有密切关系，就是发明跟发现的关系。不管在科学、文学、艺术里，发现跟发明的界限都不是完全清楚。可是我想底下这句话是有道理的，科学里发现的成分比文学里少一点。我可以把这句话从另外一个方向再讨论一下，我知道莫言喜欢写幻想文学，有没有幻想科学呢?我想没有，科学是猜想的学问，不是幻想的学问，幻想的科学我觉得是没有出路的，因为科学所要了解的是一些已经有的现象。没有人类的时候就已经有电、有磁了，科学家要想了解宇宙结构，这就需要想象、需要猜，这跟文学的幻想是很不一样的。我不晓得莫言同不同意我的说法。莫言：我当然同意。文学家确实需要幻想，我们也知道文学当中还有个重要的门类叫科幻文学，拥有大量读者。其实很多作家并不具备物理学、天文学的知识，但他依然可以在他的小说里进行描写。我记得很早之前我看过蒲松龄的小说雷操，写了一个书生从天上摘下星星的故事，这种描写在文学中还有很多。其实文学作品的想象建立在生活经验的基础上，科幻作家的则建立在一定的科学知识之上。文学幻想和科学家猜想的区别更大，它是建立在一定的生活经历之上，再去想象、类推的。范曾：有发现，而非发明。谈到风格，科学家的风格体现在什么地方?杨振宁：科学家肯定是有风格的，尤其是大科学家，会有非常清楚的风格。因为在科学家成长过程中，需要提炼、渐渐发展出思路。等到变成大科学家，别人看来，风格就会很清楚。我曾经对于这个问题做过一个讨论。20世纪是物理学最辉煌的世纪，有三个大发明，其中一个叫做量子力学，对于基础物理学是一个了不起的革命，参与的人有三五个，其中有两位非常年轻的学者，一位是德国人海森堡，一个是英国人狄拉克，20世纪初出生的，他们都有巨大的贡献，奠定了量子力学基础。你看他们俩的*，会惊叹于他们的创新，可是风格是完全不一样的。我曾经说狄拉克的*是“秋水*不染尘”，清楚得不得了，走了一段后，跟着他的味道一路走下去没有任何问题。海森堡的贡献十分重要，但是*非常之乱，每一篇*都有正确的东西，也有错误的东西，很多时候分不清楚。所以我跟学生说你看见了狄拉克的*之后，就会觉得没有什么可再做了，所有正确的东西都被他说光了。但是你看了海森堡的东西就要注意，有对有错，对的也很模糊，所以要仔细将对的错的分开，就会有很重大的贡献。这就是两种风格，整个物理学前沿的发展就是这两种不同的风格互相影响而发展来的。我不知道文学的发展是不是也有类似的现象?莫言：作家肯定都有作家的风格，通过语言来体现。要区别鲁迅和沈从文，哪怕把他们名盖掉，一读*也能作出准确的判断。整体来说，文学经过了这么长时间的发展和变化，有了各种流派。但是各种各样的流派和风格对作家而言有时候也是一种无可奈何。比如说，一段时间内现实主义的写法，巴尔扎克等大作家已经把这种风格发挥到了一种登峰造极的地步，后来者很难超越。作家只有对前人的作品有所超越或者不同，才能在文坛上站住脚跟。这就逼着作家去想另外的出路，千方百计避开这些已经非常辉煌的写作风格，寻找自己的风格，我想各种流派的产生大部分都基于此。作家个人刚开始肯定会模仿各种各样流派的写法，在广泛的阅读和借鉴的过程当中慢慢强化或者突出个性，形成自己鲜明的风格，才有可能在文坛上占据一席之地。杨振宁：9年前，范曾先生画了一幅大画送给南开大学数学研究所。画的是我和陈省身先生之间的对话，把我和他的表情都表现得非常好，我尤其欣赏的是范曾题的诗，其中有一句“真情妙悟著*”。我认为这七个将科学研究所必需的过程说得非常清楚。先要有真情，就是浓厚的兴趣，然后是妙悟，有了它才能有结果：著*。三部曲道尽了科学研究必经的过程。我想问莫言先生，这七个描述文学的形成过程是不是也恰当?莫言：更加恰当了，因为是“著*”嘛。范曾：我过去问过陈省身先生，我说您是伟大数学家，您的学问我一点儿也不懂，为什么别人说你好，好在什么地方?他对我这个“数学无知”无可奈何，却回答得很有意味。他说，我做得简练，很漂亮。我想解答一个数学问题，用很繁琐的方法得到结论肯定不如用简洁的方法得到同样结论。可是谈到小说的话，光简洁也是不行的，要丰富，要绚烂。有不太了解莫言的人说莫言的小说太长，我不觉得长，最长的丰乳肥臀也有种不尽之意在。光是简洁漂亮可能不是小说家的使命。莫言您觉得要达到“真情妙悟著*”应该是怎样的?莫言：刚才谈到作家的风格，有一类很简洁、干净利索，比如海明威，有的人非常繁复，像福克纳。我们中国作家也可以举出很多的例子。作家的风格应该是很多样的，朦胧、简洁、繁茂都是美，这可能比科学要自由。杨振宁：如果问一个数学家或者物理学家，说你所做的重要的工作，里面的妙悟能不能讲出来?通常都能讲出来。在对于一个问题思考了很久，突然灵机一动，思想就会非常开朗。但是如果问一个文学家，最重要的工作是不是中间有一个顿悟的时光?我想没有。莫言：也有。灵感突然到来，创作中的问题也就解决了。有时候也靠做梦。我记得看过门捷列夫发明元素周期表就在做梦时排列出来的，作家也会在梦中构思出很好的情节。生死疲劳其实早就想写，但一直也写不下去，就是因为长篇小说的结构没有想好。有一年我去参观一个庙宇，在墙壁上看到一幅壁画，关于佛教的六道轮回。我突然感到顿悟，就用六道轮回做了长篇结构。所以写得特别顺利。范曾：两位先生讲的对我启发太大了。妙悟在科学和文学中都有，但是表现是不一样的。要到实验中去证明，文学家妙悟后直接写出*。文学要比科学自由得多。 范曾：谈到年龄，科学家成功的年龄和文学家成功的年龄是很不一样的。莫言这样的小说家，必须要有丰富的生活经历，并且博览群书，十七八岁或者二十几岁就想出一个惊世骇俗的东西，这基本不可能。可科学家是不是取得杰出成就的时间会提前一些?杨振宁：一般讲起来，尤其是数学和理论物理，这是很清楚的，二三十岁的人势不可挡。爱因斯坦二十六岁的时候一年中写了六篇*，其中三篇绝对是世界级的。所以有些科学的领域特别适合年轻人走进去。为什么?有一个说法是年轻人知识面不够广，要解决具体问题的时候只专注在这个上面，只对着一点勇往直前。到年纪大了以后，学的东西多，面就广了，有一个很大的坏处，就是顾虑也多了。在数学和理论物理里，十分明显。我想在文学里，年龄很大的能做出非常大的工作，比如杜甫就是晚年成大家的。文学中创意的*跟科学中的不一样。范曾：我想请二位诺贝尔奖得主用最简短的语言谈谈你们的中国梦。杨振宁：我觉得这不能用一两句话讲。中国民族一百多年被欺负得非常悲惨，在座年轻人也许对此不太了解，我父亲和我这一辈子，“被欺负”是灵魂深处的感受。原因大家也知道，是中国没有发展近代科学。对于获得诺贝尔奖，变成了全民族的期待，这是很自然的。我想是最近这几十年中国的发展给了整个中华民族一个新的前途，也就产生了中国梦。我认为中国梦是会实现的。我在国内有十多年了，我知道有数不清有能力、有决心的年轻人。当然也存在问题，这是不可避免的，中国要在几十年内追上西方几百年发展的成果，问题不可避免。但是我们在种种方面都证明，我们可以将很多问题都克服，所以我对于中国梦的实现是充满了乐观的态度。莫言：最近我在网上看见一条消息，美国的一家公司在征集第一批移民火星的志愿者，中国人报名很多。我想这也表达了中国人的梦想：到天上去。范曾：要言不烦。因为我们的航天事业正在迅猛发展。莫言诺贝尔文学奖致辞英文演讲稿莫言演讲稿（3） 以下这篇演讲稿是中国当代著名作家莫言XX年获得诺贝尔文学奖时在瑞典学院发表的领奖演讲讲故事的人(storyteller)，莫言在这次演讲中追忆了自己的母亲，回顾了文学创作之路，并与听众分享了三个意味深长的“故事”，讲述了自己如何成为一个用笔来讲故事的人的过程。莫言表示，自己今后还要继续讲自己的故事。distinguished members of the swedish academy, ladies and gentlemen:through the mediums of television and the internet, i imagine that everyone here has at least a nodding acquaintance with far-off northeast gaomi township. you may have seen my ninety-year-old father, as well as my brothers, my sister, my wife and my daughter, even my granddaughter, now a year and four months old. but the person who is most on my mind at this moment, my mother, is someone you will never see. many people have shared in the honor of winning this prize, everyone but her.尊敬的瑞典学院各位院士，女士们、先生们：通过电视或网络，我想在座的各位，对遥远的高密东北乡，已经有了或多或少的了解。你们也许看到了我的九十岁的老父亲，看到了我的哥哥姐姐我的妻子女儿和我的一岁零四个月的外孙子，但是有一个此刻我最想念的人，我的母亲，你们永远无法看到了。我获奖后，很多人分享了我的光荣，但我的母亲却无法分享了。my mother was born in 1922 and died in 1994. we buried her in a peach orchard east of the village. last year we were forced to move her grave farther away from the village in order to make room for a proposed rail line. when we dug up the grave, we saw that the coffin had rotted away and that her body had merged with the damp earth around it. so we dug up some of that soil, a symbolic act, and took it to the new gravesite. that was when i grasped the knowledge that my mother had become part of the earth, and that when i spoke to mother earth, i was really speaking to my mother.我母亲生于1922年，卒于1994年。她的骨灰，埋葬在村庄东边的桃园里。去年，一条铁路要从那儿穿过，我们不得不将她的坟墓迁移到距离村子更远的地方。掘开坟墓后，我们看到，棺木已经腐朽，母亲的骨殖，已经与泥土混为一体。我们只好象征性地挖起一些泥土，移到新的墓穴里。也就是从那一时刻起，我感到，我的母亲是大地的一部分，我站在大地上的诉说，就是对母亲的诉说。i was my mothers youngest child. my earliest memory was of taking our only vacuum bottle to the public canteen for drinking water. weakened by hunger, i dropped the bottle and broke it. scared witless, i hid all that day in a haystack. toward evening, i heard my mother calling my childhood name, so i crawled out of my hiding place, prepared to receive a beating or a scolding. but mother didnt hit me, didnt even scold me. she just rubbed my head and heaved a sigh.我是我母亲最小的孩子。我记忆中最早的一件事，是提着家里唯一的一把热水壶去公共食堂打开水。因为饥饿无力，失手将热水瓶打碎，我吓得要命，钻进草垛，一天没敢出来。傍晚的时候我听到母亲呼唤我的乳名，我从草垛里钻出来，以为会受到打骂，但母亲没有打我也没有骂我，只是抚摸着我的头，口中发出长长的叹息。my most painful memory involved going out in the collectives field with mother to glean ears of wheat. the gleaners scattered when they spotted the watchman. but mother, who had bound feet, could not run; she was caught and slapped so hard by the watchman, a hulk of a man, that she fell to the ground. the watchman confiscated the wheat wed gleaned and walked off whistling. as she sat on the ground, her lip bleeding, mother wore a look of hopelessness ill never forget. years later, when i encountered the watchman, now a gray-haired old man, in the marketplace, mother had to stop me from going up to avenge her. son, she said evenly, the man who hit me and this man are not the same person.我记忆中最痛苦的一件事，就是跟着母亲去集体的地理拣麦穗，看守麦田的人来了，拣麦穗的人纷纷逃跑，我母亲是小脚，跑不快，被捉住，那个身材高大的看守人煽了她一个耳光，她摇晃着身体跌倒在地，看守人没收了我们拣到的麦穗，吹着口哨扬长而去。我母亲嘴角流血，坐在地上，脸上那种绝望的神情深我终生难忘。多年之后，当那个看守麦田的人成为一个白发苍苍的老人，在集市上与我相逢，我冲上去想找他报仇，母亲拉住了我，平静的对我说：“儿子，那个打我的人，与这个老人，并不是一个人。”my clearest memory is of a moon festival day, at noontime, one of those rare occasions when we ate jiaozi at home, one bowl apiece. an aging beggar came to our door while we were at the table, and when i tried to send him away with half a bowlful of dried sweet potatoes, he reacted angrily: im an old man, he said. you people are eating jiaozi, but want to feed me sweet potatoes. how heartless can you be? i reacted just as angrily: were lucky if we eat jiaozi a couple of times a year, one small bowlful apiece, barely enough to get a taste! you should be thankful were giving you sweet potatoes, and if you dont want them, you can get the hell out of here! after (dressing me down) reprimanding me, mother dumped her half bowlful of jiaozi into the old mans bowl.my most remorseful memory involves helping mother sell cabbages at market, and me overcharging an old villager one jiao intentionally or not, i cant recall before heading off to school. when i came home that afternoon, i saw that mother was crying, something she rarely did. instead of scolding me, she merely said softly, son, you embarrassed your mother today.我记得最深刻的一件事是一个中秋节的中午，我们家难得的包了一顿饺子，每人只有一碗。正当我们吃饺子时，一个乞讨的老人来到了我们家门口，我端起半碗红薯干打发他，他却愤愤不平地说：“我是一个老人，你们吃饺子，却让我吃红薯干。你们的心是怎么长的?”我气急败坏的说：“我们一年也吃不了几次饺子，一人一小碗，连半饱都吃不了!给你红薯干就不错了，你要就要，不要就滚!”母亲训斥了我，然后端起她那半碗饺子，倒进了老人碗里。我最后悔的一件事，就是跟着母亲去卖白菜，有意无意的多算了一位买白菜的老人一毛钱。算完钱我就去了学校。当我放学回家时，看到很少流泪的母亲泪流满面。母亲并没有骂我，只是轻轻的说：“儿子，你让娘丢了脸。”mother contracted a serious lung disease when i was still in my teens. hunger, disease, and too much work made things extremely hard on our family. the road ahead looked especially bleak, and i had a bad feeling about the future, worried that mother might take her own life. every day, the first thing i did when i walked in the door after a day of hard labor was call out for mother. hearing her voice was like giving my heart a new lease on life. but not hearing her threw me into a panic. id go looking for her in the side building and in the mill. one day, after searching everywhere and not finding her, i sat down in the yard and cried like a baby. that is how she found me when she walked into the yard carrying a bundle of firewood on her back. she was very unhappy with me, but i could not tell her what i was afraid of. she knew anyway. son, she said, dont worry, there may be no joy in my life, but i wont leave you till the god of the underworld calls me.我十几岁时，母亲患了严重的肺病，饥饿，病痛，劳累，使我们这个家庭陷入了困境，看不到光明和希望。我产生了一种强烈的不祥之兆，以为母亲随时都会自己寻短见。每当我劳动归来，一进大门就高喊母亲，听到她的回应，心中才感到一块石头落了地。如果一时听不到她的回应，我就心惊胆战，跑到厨房和磨坊里寻找。有一次找遍了所有的房间也没有见到母亲的身影，我便坐在了院子里大哭。这时母亲背着一捆柴草从外面走进来。她对我的哭很不满，但我又不能对她说出我的担忧。母亲看到我的心思，她说：“孩子你放心，尽管我活着没有一点乐趣，但只要阎王爷不叫我，我是不会去的。”i was born ugly. villagers often laughed in my face, and school bullies sometimes beat me up because of it. id run home crying, where my mother would say, youre not ugly, son. youve got a nose and two eyes, and theres nothing wrong with your arms and legs, so how could you be ugly? if you have a good heart and always do the right thing, what is considered ugly becomes beautiful. later on, when i moved to the city, there were educated people who laughed at me behind my back, some even to my face; but when i recalled what mother had said, i just calmly offered my apologies.我生来相貌丑陋，村子里很多人当面嘲笑我，学校里有几个性格霸蛮的同学甚至为此打我。我回家痛苦，母亲对我说：“儿子，你不丑，你不缺鼻子不缺眼，四肢健全，丑在哪里?而且只要你心存善良，多做好事，即便是丑也能变美。”后来我进入城市，有一些很有文化的人依然在背后甚至当面嘲弄我的相貌，我想起了母亲的话，便心平气和地向他们道歉。my illiterate mother held people who could read in high regard. we were so poor we often did not know where our next meal was coming from, yet she never denied my request to buy a book or something to write with. by nature hard working, she had no use for lazy children, yet i could skip my chores as long as i had my nose in a book.我母亲不识，但对识的人十分敬重。我们家生活困难，经常吃了上顿没下顿。但只要我对她提出买书买文具的要求，她总是会满足我。她是个勤劳的人，讨厌懒惰的孩子，但只要是我因为看书耽误了干活，她从来没批评过我。a storyteller once came to the marketplace, and i sneaked off to listen to him. she was unhappy with me for forgetting my chores. but that night, while she was stitching padded clothes for us under the weak light of a kerosene lamp, i couldnt keep from retelling stories id heard that day. she listened impatiently at first, since in her eyes professional storytellers were smooth-talking men in a dubious profession. nothing good ever came out of their mouths. but slowly she was dragged into my retold stories, and from that day on, she never gave me chores on market day, unspoken permission to go to the marketplace and listen to new stories. as repayment for mothers kindness and a way to demonstrate my memory, id retell the stories for her in vivid detail. it did not take long to find retelling someone elses stories unsatisfying, so i began embellishing my narration. id say things i knew would please mother, even changed the ending once in a while. and she wasnt the only member of my audience, which later included my older sisters, my aunts, even my maternal grandmother. sometimes, after my mother had listened to one of my stories, shed ask in a care-laden voice, almost as if to herself: what will you be like when you grow up, son? might you wind up prattling for a living one day?有一段时间，集市上来了一个说书人。我偷偷地跑去听书，忘记了她分配给我的活儿。为此，母亲批评了我，晚上当她就着一盏小油灯为家人赶制棉衣时，我忍不住把白天从说书人听来的故事复述给她听，起初她有些不耐烦，因为在她心目中说书人都是油嘴滑舌，不务正业的人，从他们嘴里冒不出好话来。但我复述的故事渐渐的吸引了她，以后每逢集日她便不再给我排活，默许我去集上听书。为了报答母亲的恩情，也为了向她炫耀我的记忆力，我会把白天听到的故事，绘声绘色地讲给她听。很快的，我就不满足复述说书人讲的故事了，我在复述的过程中不断的添油加醋，我会投我母亲所好，编造一些情节，有时候甚至改变故事的结局。我的听众也不仅仅是我的母亲，连我的姐姐，我的婶婶，我的奶奶都成为我的听众。我母亲在听完我的故事后，有时会忧心忡忡地，像是对我说，又像是自言自语：“儿啊，你长大后会成为一个什么人呢?难道要靠耍贫嘴吃饭吗?”i knew why she was worried. talkative kids are not well thought of in our village, for they can bring trouble to themselves and to their families. there is a bit of a young me in the talkative boy who falls afoul of villagers in my story bulls. mother habitually cautioned me not to talk so much, wanting me to be a taciturn, smooth and steady youngster. instead i was possessed of a dangerous combination remarkable speaking skills and the powerful desire that went with them. my ability to tell stories brought her joy, but that created a dilemma for her.我理解母亲的担忧，因为在村子里，一个贫嘴的孩子，是招人厌烦的，有时候还会给自己和家庭带来麻烦。我在小说牛里所写的那个因为话多被村子里厌恶的孩子，就有我童年时的影子。我母亲经常提醒我少说话，她希望我能做一个沉默寡言、安稳大方的孩子。但在我身上，却显露出极强的说话能力和极大的说话欲望，这无疑是极大的危险，但我说的故事的能力，又带给了她愉悦，这使他陷入深深的矛盾之中。a popular saying goes it is easier to change the course of a river than a persons nature. despite my parents tireless guidance, my natural desire to talk never went away, and that is what makes my name mo yan, or dont speak an ironic expression of self-mockery. after dropping out of elementary school, i was too small for heavy labor, so i became a cattle- and sheep-herder on a nearby grassy riverbank. the sight of my former schoolmates playing in the schoolyard when i drove my animals past the gate always saddened me and made me aware of how tough it is for anyone even a child to leave the group.俗话说“江山易改、本性难移”，尽管我有父母亲的谆谆教导，但我并没有改掉我喜欢说话的天性，这使得我的名“莫言”，很像对自己的讽刺。我小学未毕业即辍学，因为年幼体弱，干不了重活，只好到荒草滩上去放牧牛羊。当我牵着牛羊从学校门前路过，看到昔日的同学在校园里打打闹闹，我心中充满悲凉，深深地体会到一个人，哪怕是一个孩子，离开群体后的痛苦。 俗话说“江山易改、本性难移”，尽管我有父母亲的谆谆教导，但我并没有改掉我喜欢说话的天性，这使得我的名“莫言”，很像对自己的讽刺。i turned the animals loose on the riverbank to graze beneath a sky as blue as the ocean and grass-carpeted land as far as the eye could see not another person in sight, no human sounds, nothing but bird calls above me. i was all by myself and terribly lonely; my heart felt empty. sometimes i lay in the grass and watched clouds float lazily by, which gave rise to all sorts of fanciful images. that part of the country is known for its tales of foxes in the form of beautiful young women, and i would fantasize a fox-turned-beautiful girl coming to tend animals with me. she never did come. once, however, a fiery red fox bounded out of the brush in front of me, scaring my legs right out from under me. i was still sitting there trembling long after the fox had vanished. sometimes id crouch down beside the cows and gaze into their deep blue eyes, eyes that captured my reflection. at times id have a dialogue with birds in the sky, mimicking their cries, while at other times id divulge my hopes and desires to a tree. but the birds ignored me, and so did the trees. years later, after id become a novelist, i wrote some of those fantasies into my novels and stories. people frequently bombard me with compliments on my vivid imagination, and lovers of literature often ask me to divulge my secret to developing a rich imagination. my only response is a wan smile.到了荒滩上，我把牛羊放开，让它们自己吃草。蓝天如海，草地一望无际，周围看不到一个人影，没有人的声音，只有鸟儿在天上鸣叫。我感到很孤独，很寂寞，心里空空荡荡。有时候，我躺在草地上，望着天上懒洋洋地飘动着的白云，脑海里便浮现出许多莫名其妙的幻象。我们那地方流传着许多狐狸变成美女的故事，我幻想着能有一个狐狸变成美女与我来作伴放牛，但她始终没有出现。但有一次，一只火红色的狐狸从我面前的草丛中跳出来时，我被吓得一屁股蹲在地上。狐狸跑没了踪影，我还在那里颤抖。有时候我会蹲在牛的身旁，看着湛蓝的牛眼和牛眼中的我的倒影。有时候我会模仿着鸟儿的叫声试图与天上的鸟儿对话，有时候我会对一棵树诉说心声。但鸟儿不理我，树也不理我。许多年后，当我成为一个小说家，当年的许多幻想，都被我写进了小说。很多人夸我想象力丰富，有一些文学爱好者，希望我能告诉他们培养想象力的秘诀，对此，我只能报以苦笑。our taoist master laozi said it best: fortune depends on misfortune. misfortune is hidden in fortune. i left school as a child, often went hungry, was constantly lonely, and