我撞毀了我的車

我撞毀了我的車，

我的第一輛新車。

舒適、漂亮、性能又捧，

是我太太及兒子相贈者。

清晨開著她去教課，

經過了一夜的寫作。

高高興興的開回家，

經過一個幽美的山坡。

漸漸的覺得身心要放鬆，

卻不自覺的也合上了眼。

平常我們的速度都滿高，

雖然這條路頗有一點彎。

當我很快的醒覺來，

發現車子在沿著路邊跑！

我立刻溫和的把她內轉，

她卻筆直的衝出了彎道！！！

我們撞倒了好幾棵小樹，

被山腰一棵大樹擋住了。

轟的一聲，氣囊爆了，玻璃破了，

引擎及喇叭大聲的嚎叫！

有幾位同路的好心人，

看到我們衝撞並聽到聲響，

他們迅速的衝下山坡，

一齊來到我們身旁。

有人把我從方向盤後拉出，

查看並詢問我是否受了傷。

有人打電話通知了員警，

有人給我披上一件衣裳。

非常幸運我整體仍舊完整，

只是撞青了幾點外皮。

可是我的裡面受了震驚，

內心又傷又疼之極！

好幾個星期我都會啼哭，

身心都感到十分痛苦。

特別是每次當我看到

那空了的停車之處。

因為沒有車子代步，

兒子供我使用他的

古典、高貴、老寶物。

每次當我推她上路，

她會不停的喘氣、咳嗽、

哆嗦、並嘰咕。

因為沒有資格單獨行動，

太太成了我的貼身隨從。

她說，「慢！ 停！ 」

我須急鬆油門改踩剎車。

她說，「看！ 等！ 」

我須又看號燈又等命令。

當一個慣壞了的老頑童，

整天關在家裡拼板櫈，

一旦有機會出來放放風，

你怎知他是多麼高興？

他會繞著自家的房子，

轉圈子不停的開行，

一路伸手窗外揮舞，

並且吆喝的好大聲！

撞毀了我的第一台心愛的新車，

日子過的可是真快，也是真慢。

撥著指頭仔細算算，

不覺已是過了整整三年。

到今天我才膽敢，

提筆記下這篇傷心事件。

自不免又感身心痛疼，

又是鼻涕眼淚滿面。

英文原詩附後

並請批評指正

我 撞 毀 了 我 的 車

I Crashed My Car

I crashed my car:

which my wife and son selected and supported,

with both a beautiful contour and color.

I drove her for a morning teaching

after a sleepless working night.

We were happily returning

via a scenic hillside.

Gradually I felt my body was relaxing,

unconsciously I closed my eyes.

We were on a gently winding road,

our speed was generally high.

When I suddenly, widely awoke,

my car was running along the curb!

I tried slowly to steer her inward,

but she swiftly cut through the curve!!

We knocked down several small trees,

stopped by a very big one in the woods.

Loudly the glass broke, airbag exploded!

Horribly the horn howled, engine roared!!!

Several kindly persons saw and heard us,

hurriedly they rushed down the steep slope.

They dragged me off from the steering wheel,

examined and asked me whether I was wounded.

Fortunately I was still intact,

except some superficial bruise.

But mostly I was hurt inside:

my heart, so severely broke.

For several weeks I would tearfully weep,

both my body and mind ached a lot;

especially at times when I looked at

that empty parking spot.

Since I had no car to drive with,

my son offered me his treasured classic.

Whenever I drove her onto the road,

she’d terribly wheeze, cough, tremble and clop.

Since I had no right to drive by myself,

my wife would always sit sternly at my side.

“Slow down, stop!” I’d release and repress the pedals.

“Look and wait!” I’d look at, wait for, both the green lights.

How happy is a well pampered old boy,

When he is escorted to go to outside,

he’d repeatedly circle his house and ahoy!

Now, three years have passed,

since I crashed my first, nice, new car.

Today, I blubbered again and more,

when I finally could write down this memoir.