珍 惜
作者：陈胜良 湖南省作家协会会员，双语作家
儿子上大学了，少不了要和家里联系，可是书信往来，节奏太慢，也不时兴，而电话联系，校园里的座机经常占线，多有不便，想来想去，还是给他配了一个手机。出门在外的儿子有了手机，就像树林里嚼草觅食的牛犊系上了铃铛，不管它走多远，别担心迷失方向，误入歧途。每当思念儿子，我们只要轻轻拨号，便可通过空中电波，越过千山万水，听到他那熟悉的声音，远在天涯的人仿佛近在咫尺。
不过，手机还是新的好，又美观又实用，招人喜爱。旧了，你会不屑一顾，弃之不舍。其实，旧有旧的用处，也有值得珍惜的地方，物尽其用吧，可年青的一代就不这么想。儿子需要手机，我便忍痛割爱，把自己用过两年的托普牌的给了他。它虽不美观，但功能完好，可儿子并不如获至宝，总觉得受之委屈，却之不恭，只好凑合着使用。
儿子进校的这一年里没少和家里联系，别看这不起眼的手机，它却拉近了我们的距离，沟通了我们的心灵，然而，这个手机却饱经沧桑，一再跌打损伤，吃苦不小。儿子喜欢穿休闲服，爱把手机置于裤袋里。他一坐下或蹲下，手机总会溜出来掉在地上，机面摔得斑斑点点，面目全非，久而久之，儿子自然有点喜新厌旧了。尽管如此，那个伤痕累累的手机依旧是儿子忠实的伴侣。其实，儿子也少不了它，因为里面储存了许多同学的电话号码呢。再说，他们朝夕相处，相濡以沫，也有难舍难分的时候。
记得儿子生日的那一天，他从星城长沙赶回，一家人忙里忙外，准备佳肴，算是为他接风洗尘，到了晚上，我们还带他到了一家咖啡馆吃夜宵。黑夜拉下了帷幕，桌上烛光闪烁，音乐厅里，轻歌婉转，琴音缭绕，犹如天籁，让人陶醉，让人不舍。搭“的”回家的路上，我们的耳畔还在回响那仿佛从天际飘来的美妙的旋律，可一下车，儿子就发现手机丢了，丢在哪里，他也说不清，可能在咖啡馆也可能在“的士”上，然而“的士”早已跑得无影无踪了。我们几经周折，联系上了客运车辆管理处，可手机的事还是泥牛入海无消息。步行回家的路上，妻子唠叨着，儿子只好耐着性子听着，说什么他节衣缩食也要省出这台丢失的手机的钱。他自我安慰，装着若无其事，其实，他还是黯然若失，好像失去了一位亲密的朋友。回到家里，儿子在失望中仍在找寻希望，拿起座机话筒拨打手机号码，看拾到手机的人是否回话。唉!上天真爱捉弄人，就在儿子平常坐的沙发底下发出了和鸣曲，比那仿佛从天际飘来的天籁还要美妙的和鸣曲，在昏暗的灯光中闪烁着蓝色的希望的光芒。儿子欣喜若狂，激动地捡起手机，把上帝赐给他的生日礼物小心翼翼地珍藏在裤兜里，再也不弄丢了。从此，儿子再也不嫌弃他那台不起眼的手机了。
人就是这么怪，身边的事总觉得习以为常，一旦失去，又觉价值连城，失去的总是最好的，失而复得，才会倍加珍惜，然而，大多时候，一件心爱之物，一个钟情的人，在纷繁的生活中，在茫茫的人海中，倘若与我们擦肩而过，再也无望回归，水流东海不复还。
在这聚散离合的尘世，我们暂且停住生活中匆匆的脚步，拂去我们心中急切的浮躁，珍惜我们身边的事，珍惜我们心灵永恒的依偎，珍惜一如爱我们的亲人，守望心灵的净土，守望永远的亲情!
Treasure What You Have
My son,usually called Hans, is already in university now, so he has a lot of connection with the family, but we found ourselves at a loss for the means of communication at the beginning .The traditional way of correspondence would be slow and out of date as well.
He used his mobile phone a lot in the first year. Old as it was , it contributed greatly to the conveyance of our mutual feelings and opinions. However, it suffered a lot of wear and tear in his hand . He was in the habit of wearing easy-wear clothes and had a natural inclination for putting his phone in one of his trousers pockets. Whenever he sat or squatted down, it would slip out of his pocket and fall onto the ground , getting rougher and rougher bit by bit,so he grew to have a preference for a new one to the old. Regardless of this, the suffered mobile phone was always Hans’ truthful companion.Actually, Hans couldn’t do without it because many of his schoolmate’s phone numbers were stored in it. In addition, the mobile phone was at his company day and night and so he gradually clung to it in his mind.
Hans’birthday were suggestive of the above-mentioned case.On that day,he hurried back home from Changsha, travel-worn and weary, and the whole family were engaged in preparing good dishes for his dinner.Towards evening , we accompanied him to take a night snack at a cafe＇.Night falling and candles glittering on the table, the hall resounded with sweet songs and lingering electrum piano music,with a tint of sounds of nature.
When we were on the way home in a taxi, our ears still rang with pleasant musical sound, seemingly wafted by the breeze from the far-away horizon. However, the moment we got off, my son found his mobile phone was gone, but where he left it behind, he himself was not sure, maybe in the cafe＇ or maybe in the taxi, yet the taxi driver had hightailed already.
We tried several times and we finally got through to the Passenger Traffic Administration but we still knew nothing of it,so my wife began to chatter all the way while he was patiently listening to her. Who would have thought he said that he wanted to earn the money worthy of the lost motile phone by living sparingly.
He tried to comfort himself by pretending to be indifferent to the happening but, actually, he felt sad as if he had lost an intimate friend instead of a mobile phone.
Back at home, Hans was still looking for his uncertain hope even in the disappointment. He picked up the receiver and dialed the number of his mobile phone to see whether the picker would answer the call. Oh, as luck would have it, just from under the sofa where he often sat came a harmonious tune, even more harmonious a tune than the sound of nature ,a ray of hopeful blue light glittering under the dim light of the room.
Hans was overjoyed to pick up the mobile phone and put it into his pocket, treasuring it as his birthday gift bestowed on him by God and swearing not to lose it any longer. Ever since then, he has never cold-shoulder it any longer.
Human nature is sometimes so difficult to ascertain. We are inclined to belittle our commonly-used articles but once they are lost, we would regard them priceless, perhaps what is lost is always the best, so we would redouble to treasare them only when we lost them and found them again.
However,in our complicatedly busy life, in most cases ,if a favorite thing is lost, it is nowhere to be found and in all the mortal beings,if our deeply-loved left us, they would leave us forever, just like water ,flowing without returning .In the world predestined with joy of gathering and also sadness of departuring,we should treasure everything we have and cherish every person we love