巫宁坤先生代替蒋捷连写给妈妈的6.4诗歌《忘记我吧，妈妈！》

巫宁坤先生（《一滴泪》作者）代替蒋捷连写给妈妈的诗歌《忘记我吧，妈妈！》。

英文最初版本写于1994，中文版自译于1996，之后反复修改，前后十年。可见小连死，对巫先生的触痛之深。

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2014的英文版如下：

Forget Me, Mama!

For a bereaved mother,June4,2004

1

Forget me now, Mama!

Five years already,

Five long years!

My blood'stains on the Square

Long since washed clean,

My ashes blown far, far away.

Why do you still weep and cry?

Forget me now, dear Mama!

It’s really bad enough

I’ve not been around

To fill your days with joy,

How much worse it hurts,

Seeing your eyes dim with tears,

Your hair gone gray?

Forget me now, dear Mama!

I was only one of the thousands,

Thousands of daughters and sons

Who were swept away,

Lighter than a feather

Was my17-year-old death.

So why don't you forget?

Forget, dear Mama, forget!

Too much crying will ruin your eyes.

Then you won't be able to see me smile,

Standing between you and Papa

In that happy picture

Taken on the Square

That sunny morning in May.

2

Dear Mama, why should you have regrets?

You were never wrong

In keeping faith and teaching ideals.

You were never wrong

In seeing me off to the Square

With tears of joy in your eyes,

Only two nights after Children’s Day.

Dear Mama, you were never wrong

In erecting a memorial

In the room where I used to play.

But the times are changing,

Wouldn’t you rather see me

Playing at the stocks or the karaoke,

If I were here today?

Dear Mama, you were never wrong

Keeping the memory alive

And compiling a bloody

Who’s who,

But I’ll not be around

To look after you,

When you’ve wrecked your nerves,

And in an asylum you stay.

Dear Mama, you were never wrong,

Though they branded you untouchable,

Kept you under watchful eyes,

And turned your visitors away.

But I would not blame it on the guards

Who may have been my schoolmates.

How could those eyes forget that day?

3

How could the Square ever forget

The tanks rolling over its bare breast?

How could the monument’s heroes ever forget

The bullets their hearts did spray?

I know you would miss me,

Especially on Children's Day.

Now go take a walk about the Square,

Laugh with the little ones

Flying on the wings of the doves,

Under the giant eyes

Watching the dying and the dead.

When the children are my age,

They will know what happened here that day

Feel my blood running in their veins,

Claim their past and have their say.

Go home now, dear Mama,

Bury my memorial in your heart,

Forget me now and go your own way

Postscript: while staying at the Yagun Lodge of Shaw College in the Chinese University of Hong Kongas a visiting scholar in the spring of1994, I used to watch the cBS Evening News in the morning.On the second of June, turning on the TV as usual, I was surprised to witness Professor Ding Zilingbeing interviewed by Connie Chung in her government apartment at the Chinese People’s Universityin the western suburbs of Beijing. The loss of her17-year-old son, an only child.on the Souarefive years ago brought tears to my eyes. And I was awed by her courage and stamina in compiling alist of the victims of the tragedy with the data she had been collecting in defiance of policesurveillance over the vears, In the evening, when looked northward through my windows, my heartwroteoverflowed with sorrow, My feelings poured forth onto my computer screen;“Forget Me. Mama.itself, When the day dawned, I faxed http://it.to the Eastern Expresswhich carried it in its“June4Special Page" the next day.

By the time spring came again to Hong Kong the next year, the poem had been set to music by ProfessorDebora Delitt of the Music Department at Manchester College in Indiana. Thanks to a gracious invitatiorfrom Professor Andrew Parkin of the Chinese University, she was able to fly to Hong Kong to presenher song cycle at the annual Tolo Lights Poetry and Music Evening at Shaw College on29 March,1995