《三代》英译

在交叉路口转弯的时候，我的脚踏车把一位陌生先生的右脚踝压伤了。本来我可以安全避闪的。当我看到那位先生一手牵着一个刚会走路模样的小男孩，一手牵着一个步履蹒跚的年老中风病患者时，我立刻紧急煞车把车头偏向一边，就在这时，他突然急速跨前跨一步，自己撞了上来。

我赶紧跳下车，不安地说：“对不起！对不起！”

他边弯下腰按摩脚踝，一边和气地抬起头：“我不怪你，是我自己撞上的……。也许是我太多虑了，我以为车子如果不会撞上我的小孩，便会撞上我的父亲，于是下意识地上前阻挡。”

在我惊魂末定、讷讷不知所措的时候，那位先生已牵着小孩和老人慢慢离去，我愣愣地目送他们，三个脚步迟缓的背影构成一幅感人的画面。我有搁下车跟上去帮助那位先生的冲动，可是，我一直没那样做，我发觉小孩和老者好像那位先生肩上的两头担子，再艰苦他也不肯放下任何一边的。

Three Generations

While making a turn at the crossing, I ran my bike against the right ankle of a male pedestrian.

I had been pedaling along when I saw before me a gentleman leading along a toddling boy with one hand and hobbling apoplectic old man with the other. I immediately braked and swerved to one side. The accident could have been avoided but the man took a rapid step forward and knocked against my bike.

I hastily dismounted and said uneasily, “Sorry! Very sorry!”

It’s not your fault. I myself stepped in your way…” The stranger looked up and explained gently, bent low and rubbing his ankle, “Maybe I was overcautious. I thought your bike would either bump into my son or my father. So without myself knowing it, I dashed over to stop it.”