中英双语小小说

林杞权

The day when the little novel retires
Lin Qiquan

Early this morning, Chen Zhishu was walking in the customary morning breeze, carrying a broom and pushing the garbage cart.
On the other side of the village square, beautiful fitness movements dance to the rhythm of the music.
Chen Zhizhu is not tired of staying up all night. He is going to retire. Along the way, he has taken the villagers through too many ups and downs. In the most difficult time of the village economy, he gritted his teeth and brought the villagers to food and clothing. In the spring breeze of policy, he ran for the introduction of foreign capital to set up factories and to create jobs for the village's surplus labor force.
Especially in the recent years of poverty alleviation and the construction of a new countryside, as a village secretary, he is even more busy. He has built his village into a model and beautiful village in the city, and has been rated as an excellent village secretary by the city for 21 years. Chen Zhizhu has no regrets, and the appearance of the village has never left the heart and hands of Chen Zhizhu.
This is the last time he personally beautifies the village. Today, he has retired and is leaving the village to be reunited with his children and grandchildren in Guangzhou.
He originally wanted to stay in the village to do some public welfare work after retirement, but his son tearfully begged him to go to Guangzhou to live together and do his filial piety so as not to regret it later. After so many years, his son has not really had a chance to do his filial piety.
The wind blew all night last night, and the road was covered with yellow leaves, with a thick layer of yellow leaves. As soon as I stepped on it, I sent out "squeak!" "squeak!" "squeak!" The noise.
The long broom in Chen Zhishu's hand crawled like a snail on the village road, the fallen leaves mixed with dew and glued to the broom. Chen Zhishu trembled and the leaves fell one after another, and he picked it up with his hands and put it in the garbage truck.
It is common to do this kind of thing with your hands. There is always rubbish of one kind or another on the road. If the broom cannot be swept, Chen Zhi Shu will pick it up with his hands.
From the head of the village to the end of the village, the east gradually showed its light. Suddenly a strong wind blew, and there was no suspense. The wind was screaming, shaking the trees on both sides of the village road violently, the trees rustling in the wind and yellow leaves flying all over the sky. Chen Zhishu said to himself, "blow it, you can only scan it again."
He was like a swaying tree, his clothes were lifted by the wind, a trace of coldness came, Chen Zhishu shivered, and the broom in his hand fell to the ground. He had arthritis in his right hand again. After 21 years of hard work and the root of the disease, whenever it was windy and rainy, the joint of his right hand was so painful that he could no longer hold on to anything.
At the moment when the broom fell, his back broke out in a cold sweat. Chen Zhizhu thought: "God didn't mean to retire today, but this happened on purpose, was it?" Anyway, it is the last day, reluctant to part, it is very difficult to have a chance in the future.
If Chen Zhishu can't be swept, he will pick it up with his hand. If he can't do it manually, he will use his left hand. The cleaners in the village, and the growing number of village cadres and volunteer villagers felt heartache at the sight of Chen Zhi Shu and knew that his old fault had been made again. One after another said: old branch secretary, please quit and go home for breakfast. It's all right. I was side by side with everyone on the last day of the day. Chen Zhishu said with a smile, "Let's get busy."
People speed up their movements, and you get a broom and I get a garbage shovel and get back to work. There was a busy scene on the road.
Chen Zhishu went on to say, "with you in the village, I can rest assured that I can spend my twilight years with peace of mind after I retire!"
Everyone said: you have taken us for so many years, and as soon as you retire today, we are not feeling it! Chen Zhishu said: thank you! Thank you for your support and assistance over the years!
Everyone also said: thank you, this village is also our own village, so many years with you, we feel at ease! Under your leadership, the villagers are well-off, the village looks beautiful, the mountains and green waters show, we all feel happy! Chen Zhishu said: this all depends on the Thanksgiving Party! Thank all the villagers for their concerted efforts!
The sun was all out, the wind was long gone, the village road was cleaned and the car full of rubbish was pushed away.
Chen Zhishu's eyes are moist, and over the past 21 years, the efforts have been worth it!

小小说·退休这天
林杞权

     今天早早，陈支书扛着扫把，推着装运垃圾的车走在习习的晨风中。
村广场那边，优美的健身动作伴随着音乐节奏舞动。
      陈支书丝毫没有一夜未睡的倦意，他要退休了，他这一路走来，带着村民迈过了太多的坎坷，在村经济最困难的时候，他咬着牙带着村民奔温饱，在政策的春风里，他为引进外资办工厂、为村富余的劳动力创造就业而奔波。
特别是这几年的脱贫攻坚、新农村建设，身为村支书的他更是忙得不亦乐乎，把他的村建设成了全市模范美丽乡村，被市里评为优秀的村支书，二十一年如一日，陈支书无怨无悔，村容村貌的打扮，从没离开过陈支书的心和手。
这是他最后一次亲手为村美容了，今天，他退休了，要离开村去广州和儿孙团聚了。
他本来想退休后留在村里做一些公益事业，可他的儿子流着眼泪恳求他去广州一起住，要尽尽孝心，免得日后后悔，这么多年了，儿子还没真正的机会尽孝心呢。
     昨晚刮了一宿的风，路上布满了黄叶，厚厚的一层，脚一踏上去，发出“吱！”“吱！”“吱！”的响声。
陈支书手中的长扫把像只蜗牛爬动在村道上，落叶夹杂着露水，粘在扫把上，陈支书抖动了一下，树叶纷纷落下，他用手捡起来放在垃圾车里。
用手去做这样的事情是常有的，路上总有这样那样的垃圾，扫把扫不动，陈支书就用手捡。
从村头扫到村尾，东方渐渐露出了霞光。忽然一阵强风吹来，来得没有一点悬念。风呼呼地叫着，狠命地摇晃着村道两旁的树木，树木在风中沙沙沙作响，黄叶子漫天飞。陈支书心里说，吹吧，大不了多扫一遍。
他像摇摆的一棵树一样，衣服被风掀起来，一丝丝冷意袭来，陈支书打了一个冷颤，哆嗦了一下，手中的扫把落在地上。他右手的关节炎又犯了，二十一年来的劳累，落下的病根，每到刮风下雨的时候，右手的关节处就疼痛得揪心，再也抓不起东西。
扫把落下的那一瞬间，他的后背出了一身冷汗，陈支书心想：今天退休，却发生这样的事情，老天不会是“故意”的吧？。反正是最后一天了，依依不舍，以后很难有机会了。
陈支书扫不得，就用手捡，右手动不得，就用左手。村里的保洁工、和渐渐多起来的村干部、义务村民，他们看见陈支书这个情景感到心痛，知道他的老毛病又犯了。纷纷说：老支书，您就别干了，先回家吃早餐吧。没事，今天最后一天和大家并肩了，陈支书笑着说：大伙忙去吧。
人们加速了手中的动作，你拿扫把我拿垃圾铲继续干起活来。路上一阵繁忙的景象。
陈支书接着说：村里有了你们，我退休后很放心，可以安心度晚年了！
大伙说：这么多年都是你带着我们，今天你一退休，我们心里不是滋味！陈支书说：谢谢啊！谢谢大家这么多年的支持和协助！
大伙又说：谢谢啥呀，这村也是我们自己的村，这么多年有了您，我们心里踏实！在你的带领下，村民小康了、村容村貌美丽了，山青水秀了，我们都感到幸福！陈支书说：这都要感恩党！感恩全体村民的同心协力！
   太阳全露出来了，风早已经不知道了去向，村道也被打扫得干干净净，装满垃圾的车子也被推走了。
     陈支书的眼睛湿润了，这二十一年来，所付出的努力值了！