莫言 演讲（Mo Yan speech）.doc

莫言 演讲（Mo Yan speech） I said a word other than a speech. Two hours ago, our permanent secretary of the Swedish Academy, his wife gave birth to a little girl. This is the beginning of a beautiful story. I believe that we have people here who know Chinese and understand foreign languages and will give him what I have just said, and extend warm congratulations to him. I would like to share my glory with my mother at the moment, but it will never come true Distinguished Fellow of the Swedish Academy, ladies and gentlemen: Through television or the Internet, I think all of you here know more or less about the remote Gaomi northeast township. You may have seen my ninety year old father, seeing my brother, my sister, my wife, my daughter, and my one and 04 month old granddaughter. But theres someone I miss the most -- my mother -- youll never see it. After I won the prize, many people shared my glory, but my mother couldnt share it. My mother was born in 1922 and died in 1994. Her ashes were buried in the peach orchard on the east side of the village. Last year, a railroad was going through it, and we had to move her grave farther away from the village. We dug the grave, see the coffin has decayed, mothers skeleton mixed with clay, has. We had to symbolically dig up some earth and move to the new grave. From that moment on, I felt that my mother was part of the earth, and that I was speaking on the earth, talking to my mother. Tell the four story of a mother; the most painful thing in childhood is witnessing a mother being beaten Im the youngest child of my mother. The earliest thing I remember is carrying the only thermos bottle at home to open the water in the public dining room. Because of hunger and weakness, will miss the hot water bottle broken, I was scared to death, into the haystack, the day did not dare to come out. In the evening, I heard my mother calling my name. I crawled out, thought it would be beaten, but mother didnt hit me nor scold me, just touched my he