雙語(yǔ)名著·追風(fēng)箏的人 The Kite Runner(221)END

12歲的阿富汗富家少爺阿米爾與仆人哈桑情同手足。然而，在一場(chǎng)風(fēng)箏比賽后，發(fā)生了一件悲慘不堪的事，阿米爾為自己的懦弱感到自責(zé)和痛苦，逼走了哈桑，不久，自己也跟隨父親逃往美國(guó)。

成年后的阿米爾始終無(wú)法原諒自己當(dāng)年對(duì)哈桑的背叛。為了贖罪，阿米爾再度踏上暌違二十多年的故鄉(xiāng)，希望能為不幸的好友盡最后一點(diǎn)心力，卻發(fā)現(xiàn)一個(gè)驚天謊言，兒時(shí)的噩夢(mèng)再度重演，阿米爾該如何抉擇?

故事如此殘忍而又美麗，作者以溫暖細(xì)膩的筆法勾勒人性的本質(zhì)與救贖，讀來(lái)令人蕩氣回腸。

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A smile.
Lopsided.
Hardly there.
But there.
Behind us, kids were scampering, and a melee of screaming kite runners was chasing the loose kite drifting high above the trees. I blinked and the smile was gone. But it had been there. I had seen it.
“Do you want me to run that kite for you?”His Adam’s apple rose and fell as he swallowed. The wind lifted his hair. I thought I saw him nod.
“For you, a thousand times over,” I heard myself say.
Then I turned and ran.
It was only a smile, nothing more. It didn’t make everything all right. It didn’t make anything all right. Only a smile. A tiny thing. A leaf in the woods, shaking in the wake of a startled bird’s flight.
But I’ll take it. With open arms. Because when spring comes, it melts the snow one flake at a time, and maybe I just witnessed the first flake melting.
I ran. A grown man running with a swarm of screaming children. But I didn’t care. I ran with the wind blowing in my face, and a smile as wide as the Valley of Panjsher on my lips.
I ran.

微笑。
斜斜的。
幾乎看不見(jiàn)。
但就在那兒。
在我們后面，孩子們?cè)陲w奔，追風(fēng)箏的人不斷尖叫，亂成一團(tuán)，追逐那只在樹(shù)頂高高之上飄搖的斷線(xiàn)風(fēng)箏。我眨眼，微笑不見(jiàn)了。但它在那兒出現(xiàn)過(guò)，我看見(jiàn)了。
“你想要我追那只風(fēng)箏給你嗎？”他的喉結(jié)吞咽著上下蠕動(dòng)。風(fēng)掠起他的頭發(fā)。我想我看到他點(diǎn)頭。
“為你，千千萬(wàn)萬(wàn)遍?！蔽衣?tīng)見(jiàn)自己說(shuō)。
然后我轉(zhuǎn)過(guò)身。

我追。它只是一個(gè)微笑，沒(méi)有別的了。它沒(méi)有讓所有事情恢復(fù)正常。它沒(méi)有讓任何事情恢復(fù)正常。只是一個(gè)微笑，一件小小的事情，像是樹(shù)林中的一片葉子，在驚鳥(niǎo)的飛起中晃動(dòng)著。
但我會(huì)迎接它，張開(kāi)雙臂。因?yàn)槊糠甏禾斓絹?lái)，它總是每次融化一片雪花；而也許我剛剛看到的，正是第一片雪花的融化。
我追。一個(gè)成年人在一群尖叫的孩子中奔跑。但我不在乎。我追，風(fēng)拂過(guò)我的臉龐，我唇上掛著一個(gè)像潘杰希爾峽谷那樣大大的微笑。
我追。