The Fountain of Happiness
Article written by Yung Mei Ling
It's a good time to sleep on a hot summer day, and it's hard to open those sleepy eyes without seeing the dreadful alarm clock on the bed...
Oh my God! It's already past noon. The alarm clock seemed to have called me very long and I slapped my face, lazily stretched out my long bent back, as if to put all my loose limbs back together, and finally climbed to the window and opened the heavy curtain to see what the world was like outside.
Oh, there was not a single white cloud outside, not a single breeze, but only the sunburned faces of the pedestrians, sweating like beans.
The sun was so hot that I couldn't even open my eyes, so I hurriedly put down the curtain and crawled back into my lovely blanket to enjoy the cool air conditioning.
I remembered that day - the hood full of stuff, the heavily corseted costume, holding the Hung Chikung's dog fighting rod, and all sorts of expressions on our faces, but we were still acting so elegantly and freely, when in fact our whole bodies were like being in an oil wok.
Look at the red sun, smiling so brightly, and it made me so angry. Well, since we were so angry, we decided to fight it to the death. We kept on dancing with our swords and wiping away every drop of sweat. Swords, sweat, red sun, spirit... It was like everything had merged together.
It was a shame that we had forgotten the heat of the sun, and so we met every challenge until the sun receded in favour of an exhausted victory. The sweat, the curses and the toil of the day have become the flashes of silent memories, but they are still a source of joy!
Source: The Fairy of the World, Yung Mei Ling. p35-37
In Commemoration of the First Anniversary of the Death of Yung Mei Ling / Starlight Publishing
source: http://www.barbarayung.net/
快樂的泉源
夏日炎炎正好眠，好不容易才睜大那惺忪的眼睛，無意看到床頭可惡的鬧鐘...
天呀！已是午間十二點多了。鬧鍾似乎曾很長氣地叫過我，而我卻沒好氣地摑了它一下，懶洋洋地伸展已屈縮了很久的長腰，像要把所有鬆散的肢體歸納完整，終於爬到窗前，撥開那重重的簾子，倒要看看外面的世界是甚麼樣子。
噢，外面竟然沒有一片白雲，沒有一絲風意，
祇見行人給晒得面孔通紅，大汗如豆。
烈日剌得連眼睛也睜不開，急急杷簾子放下，爬回可愛的被窩，繼續享受清涼透心的冷氣，頓然覺得自己置身仙境一樣。
記得當日－插滿東西的頭套，重重束腰的戲服，執著洪七公的打狗棒，臉上百般表情，還要表演得那麼瀟洒自如，其實當時整個身體如在油鑊中，簡直把人熱得要昏過去，內心祇有不停地怨咒，但似乎一點用都沒，老天爺仍毫不憐惜地向我們展開攻勢，像是非把我們燒熟不可。
看看那紅日，笑得多麼燦爛，更把我氣得要死。
好，既然老羞成怒，就決定要和它拚個死活。
我們不停在舞刀弄劍，不斷在抹去每一滴汗水。
刀劍、汗水、紅日、精神...一切都像融匯在一起了。
慚慚我們已忘卻烈日下的酷熱，就這樣我們迎接了每個挑戰，直至那烈日敗退，換來的是筋疲力盡的勝利。當日的臭汗、咒怨、辛勞，已成為默默回憶的花絮，卻仍是快樂的泉源！
資料來源：人間仙子翁美玲．P35-37
紀念翁美玲逝世一週年／星輝出版
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