妈妈留给我一首歌 Ein Lied, das mir meine Mutter hinterlassen hat (cn | en)

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作者：小羊冰冰

亲爱的妹妹：

你们都好吗? 似乎好久没跟你们联系了。转眼之间，农历旧年马上要飞逝而去，新的一年即将到来。古人说得好：独在异乡为异客，每逢佳节倍思亲。我们漂流在天涯海角，经过人情冷暖无数，酸甜苦辣几多，还是深深觉得亲人的骨肉同胞之情最为宝贵。偶然之间，听到李维君的二胡曲“妈妈留给我一首歌”，心里十分感慨。爽性也观看了电影《小街》，就对它有了更深刻的理解。而这首歌的旋律竟然绕梁三日，袅袅不绝，让我久久沉浸在其中，回味童年的记忆。

“妈妈留给我一首歌”是我将在除夕之夜联欢会上用二胡拉奏的民歌。我原来选的是茉莉花，后来这首民歌映入我的脑海，久久不能挥去。这首歌唱出了我们内心对妈妈的爱和思念，因此它深深打动了我，相信它也会打动所有人的心。妈妈的爱何等真实和宝贵，让人终生难忘，然而妈妈的爱却又来自哪里呢?

我上周在和钢琴练习配合的时候，许多人过来围观。大家都对二胡的婉转细腻赞不绝口，甚至十几岁的孩子们和二十来岁的小青年也过来专心欣赏。难得这些从小生长在异国他乡的孩子们，他们虽然长着像德国人，讲一口地道的德语，内心却流淌着中华民族的血脉，他们的心，也和我们这些浪迹天涯的海外游子一样，也深深地热爱着远方的中国。

祝你们大家健康平安！

爱你们的
哥哥

2013年1月28日

写于德国家中

(2022年2月)

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英文翻译版：

A Song from My Mother

Author: Bing Bing

Dear Sister,

How are you all doing? It feels as though such a long time has passed since we last spoke. In the twinkling of an eye, the old lunar year is about to slip away, and a new year is drawing near. As the ancients have said: “A lonely stranger in a foreign land, I think of my kin all the more on festive days.”

Wandering at the far ends of the earth, having tasted the warmth and coldness of human affairs, the sweetness and bitterness of life, I have come to feel ever more deeply that nothing is more precious than the bond of blood that ties us to our family. By chance, I recently heard Li Weijun’s erhu piece Mother Left Me a Song. My heart was filled with emotion, and I went on to watch the film The Small Street, in which the piece of music appears, and gained an even deeper understanding of its meaning. The melody lingered in the air for days, echoing without end, carrying me back to memories of childhood that would not fade.

Mother Left Me a Song is the folk tune I will perform on the erhu at the New Year’s Eve gathering. At first I had chosen Jasmine Flower, but this song welled up unbidden in my mind, refusing to leave. It speaks of our love for mother, and of our longing for her, and so it moves me deeply. I believe it will touch the hearts of all who hear it. A mother’s love is so real, so precious, unforgettable for a lifetime—yet even as we treasure it, we must ask: from where does such love flow?

Last week, while rehearsing with the piano, many people gathered around to listen. They were full of praise for the delicate, plaintive voice of the erhu. Even teenagers and young people in their twenties came and listened intently. These children, born and raised in a foreign land, may look like Germans and speak fluent German, yet flowing through their hearts is the blood of China. Their souls, like ours—exiled wanderers though we are—still beat with a deep love for the distant homeland.

May you all be well, in health and in peace!

With love,
Your brother

Written at home in Germany
January 28, 2013