3 lessons of revolutionary love in a time of rage | Valarie Kaur

譯者: Lilian Chiu 審譯者: Anny Chung

(Sikh Prayer) Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa,

（錫克教禱告）Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa,

Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh.

Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh.

There is a moment on the birthing table

在生產的過程中有一個時刻，

that feels like dying.

感覺好像要死了一樣。

The body in labor stretches to form an impossible circle.

分娩中的身體繃張， 形成一個不可能的圓。

The contractions are less than a minute apart.

子宮收縮的間距少於一分鐘。

Wave after wave, there is barely time to breathe.

一波接著一波，幾乎沒有時間呼吸。

The medical term:

醫學的說法叫做：

"transition,"

「過渡期」，

because "feels like dying" is not scientific enough.

因為「感覺快要死掉」 這個說法不夠科學。

(Laughter)

（笑聲）

I checked.

我有查過。

During my transition,

在我的過渡期，

my husband was pressing down on my sacrum

我先生壓著我的骨盆，

to keep my body from breaking.

避免我的身體斷裂。

My father was waiting behind the hospital curtain ...

我父親等在醫院的簾子外面，

more like hiding.

比較像是在躲。

But my mother was at my side.

但我母親在我身邊。

The midwife said she could see the baby's head,

助產士說，她看見寶寶的頭了，

but all I could feel was a ring of fire.

但我只能感受到一個火圈。

I turned to my mother and said, "I can't,"

我轉向我母親說：「我辦不到。」

but she was already pouring my grandfather's prayer in my ear.

但她已經在我耳邊 唸起了我祖父的禱告。

(Sikh Prayer) "Tati Vao Na Lagi, Par Brahm Sarnai."

（錫克教禱告）「Tati Vao Na Lagi, Par Brahm Sarnai.」

"The hot winds cannot touch you."

「炙熱的風也傷不了你。」

"You are brave," she said.

「你很勇敢，」她說，

"You are brave."

「你很勇敢。」

And suddenly I saw my grandmother standing behind my mother.

突然間，我看到我的祖母 站在我母親身後。

And her mother behind her.

她的母親站在她身後。

And her mother behind her.

還有她的母親站在她身後。

A long line of women who had pushed through the fire before me.

一長列的女人，她們都 在我之前通過了烈火。

I took a breath;

我深呼吸；

I pushed;

我用力推；

my son was born.

我的兒子出生了。

As I held him in my arms, shaking and sobbing

我把他摟在懷中， 一邊發抖一邊嗚咽，

from the rush of oxytocin that flooded my body,

我體內湍流的催產素 使我情緒激烈，

my mother was already preparing to feed me.

而我母親已準備要餵食我了。

Nursing her baby as I nursed mine.

當我照料我的寶貝時， 她也要照料她的寶貝。

My mother had never stopped laboring for me,

我母親從來沒有停止為我付出，

from my birth to my son's birth.

從我出生，到我兒子出生。

She already knew what I was just beginning to name.

我才要開始認識的， 她都已經知道了。

That love is more than a rush of feeling

愛不僅是偶然遇到的強烈感情

that happens to us if we're lucky.

Love is sweet labor.

愛，是甜蜜的分娩。

Fierce.

猛烈的。

Bloody.

血腥的。

Imperfect.

不完美的。

Life-giving.

給予生命的。

A choice we make over and over again.

我們一而再，再而三做出的選擇。

I am an American civil rights activist

我是個美國民權活動家，

who has labored with communities of color since September 11,

自從 911 以來，就和 有色人種的社群一起努力，

fighting unjust policies by the state and acts of hate in the street.

對抗不公平的國家政策， 以及街頭的仇恨行為。

And in our most painful moments,

在我們最痛苦的時刻，

in the face of the fires of injustice,

面臨不公正的烈火，

I have seen labors of love deliver us.

我曾見過愛的分娩成功解救我們。

My life on the frontlines of fighting hate in America has been a study

我在美國前線對抗仇恨的的經驗

成為我所稱「革命之愛」的研究。

in what I've come to call revolutionary love.

Revolutionary love is the choice to enter into labor

革命之愛是一個選擇， 選擇為他人進入分娩。

for others who do not look like us,

為了那些外表和我們不同的人、

for our opponents who hurt us

為了傷害我們的對手、

為了我們自己。

and for ourselves.

In this era of enormous rage,

在這個怒火強盛的時代，

when the fires are burning all around us,

當我們周遭都燃燒著烈火，

I believe that revolutionary love is the call of our times.

我相信，革命之愛 就是我們時代的呼喚。

Now, if you cringe when people say, "Love is the answer ..."

如果人們說「愛就是答案」時 你會翻白眼，

I do, too.

我也一樣。

(Laughter)

（笑聲）

I am a lawyer.

我是個律師。

(Laughter)

（笑聲）

So let me show you how I came to see love as a force for social justice

所以，讓我告訴各位我如何 把愛視為社會正義的力量，

through three lessons.

我會用三個課題來談。

My first encounter with hate was in the schoolyard.

我初次遭遇到仇恨，是在校園。

I was a little girl growing up in California,

我是在加州長大的小女孩，

where my family has lived and farmed for a century.

我的家人在那裡居住 並耕種了一個世紀。

When I was told that I would go to hell because I was not Christian,

當我被告知因為我不是 基督徒，所以會下地獄，

called a "black dog" because I was not white,

當我被稱為「黑狗」， 因為我不是白人，

I ran to my grandfather's arms.

我跑到我祖父的懷抱。

Papa Ji dried my tears --

吉爸爸就會擦乾我的眼淚，

gave me the words of Guru Nanak,

引述錫克教創始人

the founder of the Sikh faith.

拿那克宗師的話。

"I see no stranger," said Nanak.

拿那克說：「我看見的 都不是陌生人，

"I see no enemy."

我看見的都不是敵人。」

My grandfather taught me

我祖父教我，

that I could choose to see all the faces I meet

我可以選擇去看見 所有我遇見的面孔，

and wonder about them.

並對他們感到好奇。

And if I wonder about them,

如果我對他們感到好奇，

then I will listen to their stories even when it's hard.

我就會傾聽他們的 故事，即使很困難。

I will refuse to hate them even when they hate me.

我會拒絕去恨他們， 即使他們恨我。

I will even vow to protect them when they are in harm's way.

當他們身處危機時， 我甚至會發誓要保護他們。

That's what it means to be a Sikh:

那就是身為錫克教徒的意義。

S-i-k-h.

S-i-k-h（錫克教徒）。

To walk the path of a warrior saint.

追隨戰士聖徒的路。

He told me the story of the first Sikh woman warrior,

他告訴我關於第一個 錫克女戰士的故事，

Mai Bhago.

她叫麥巴果。

The story goes there were 40 soldiers who abandoned their post

故事是說，有四十名士兵 放棄了他們的的崗位，

during a great battle against an empire.

在對抗帝國的偉大戰役中。

They returned to a village,

他們返回一個村落，

and this village woman turned to them and said,

這個村中女子對他們說：

"You will not abandon the fight.

「你們不能棄戰而逃。

You will return to the fire,

你們要返回戰火中，

and I will lead you."

我會領導你們。」

She mounted a horse.

她騎上一匹馬。

She donned a turban.

她纏上頭巾。

And with sword in her hand and fire in her eyes,

手上拿著劍，眼睛散發出火焰，

she led them where no one else would.

領導他們到沒人願意去的地方。

She became the one she was waiting for.

她化身為她所期待的人。

"Don't abandon your posts, my dear."

「不要棄守你的崗位，親愛的。」

My grandfather saw me as a warrior.

我祖父把我視為一個戰士。

I was a little girl in two long braids,

我是綁著兩條長辮子的小女孩，

but I promised.

但我做了承諾。

Fast-forward, I'm 20 years old,

時間快轉，我二十歲了，

watching the Twin Towers fall,

看著雙子星大樓垮下，

the horror stuck in my throat,

恐懼卡在我的喉嚨中，

and then a face flashes on the screen:

接著，一個面孔在螢幕上閃過：

a brown man with a turban and beard,

褐色皮膚的男子， 綁著頭巾留著鬍子，

and I realize that our nation's new enemy looks like my grandfather.

我驚覺，我們國家的新敵人 看起來就像我的祖父。

And these turbans meant to represent our commitment to serve

這頭巾的本意是 象徵我們對服務的承諾，

cast us as terrorists.

卻讓我們被歸為恐怖份子。

And Sikhs became targets of hate,

錫克教徒與穆斯林的兄弟姐妹一起 成為仇恨的對象。

alongside our Muslim brothers and sisters.

The first person killed in a hate crime after September 11 was a Sikh man,

在 911 之後第一個在仇恨犯罪中 被殺害的人是個錫克教男子，

standing in front of his gas station in Arizona.

在亞利桑那州， 他在他的加油站門口被殺。

Balbir Singh Sodhi was a family friend I called "uncle,"

柏比爾辛格索迪是我們家的 朋友，我叫他「叔叔」，

murdered by a man who called himself "patriot."

他被一個自稱「愛國者」的人謀殺。

He is the first of many to have been killed,

在他之後還有許多人被殺害，

but his story --

但他的故事──

our stories barely made the evening news.

我們的故事， 晚間新聞根本不在乎。

I didn't know what to do,

我不知道該怎麼做，

but I had a camera,

但我有一台攝影機，

I faced the fire.

我決定面對烈焰，

I went to his widow,

我去找他的遺霜，

Joginder Kaur.

裘金德柯爾。

I wept with her, and I asked her,

我和她一起哭泣，我問她：

"What would you like to tell the people of America?"

「你想要對美國人民說什麼？」

I was expecting blame.

我預期聽到的是責難。

But she looked at me and said,

但她看著我，說：

"Tell them, 'Thank you.'

「告訴他們『謝謝你們』，

3,000 Americans came to my husband's memorial.

三千名美國人參與我先生的追悼。

They did not know me,

他們不認識我，

but they wept with me.

但他們與我一起哭泣。

Tell them, 'Thank you.'"

告訴他們『謝謝你們』。」

Thousands of people showed up,

數千人出席，

because unlike national news,

因為和全國新聞不同，

the local media told Balbir Uncle's story.

當地媒體報導了 柏比爾叔叔的故事。

Stories can create the wonder

故事能創造奇蹟，

that turns strangers into sisters and brothers.

讓陌生人轉變成兄弟姐妹。

This was my first lesson in revolutionary love --

這是我關於革命之愛的第一課──

that stories can help us see no stranger.

故事能協助我們 看到的都不是陌生人。

And so ...

所以…

my camera became my sword.

我的攝影機成了我的劍。

My law degree became my shield.

我的法律學位成了我的盾。

My film partner became my husband.

我的影片搭擋成了我的先生。

(Laughter)

（笑聲）

I didn't expect that.

這不在我預期當中。

And we became part of a generation of advocates

我們成了倡導者世代的一部分，

working with communities facing their own fires.

和面對自己烈焰的社群合作。

I worked inside of supermax prisons,

我在超高度安全管理的 監獄中工作過，

on the shores of Guantanamo,

在關塔那摩灣的海濱，

at the sites of mass shootings

在大規模槍擊事件現場，

when the blood was still fresh on the ground.

地上的血都還是新鮮的。

And every time,

每一次，

for 15 years,

十五年來，

with every film, with every lawsuit,

經過每部影片、每場訴訟、

with every campaign,

每個活動，

I thought we were making the nation safer

我都以為我們會讓國家更安全，

for the next generation.

為了我們的下一代。

And then my son was born.

接著，我兒子出生了。

In a time ...

在於一個時代…

when hate crimes against our communities

當對我們族群的仇恨犯罪

are at the highest they have been since 9/11.

在 911 之後達到最高點。

When right-wing nationalist movements are on the rise around the globe

當全球各地的右翼 民族主義運動正高漲，

and have captured the presidency of the United States.

且已獲得美國總統的職位。

When white supremacists march in our streets,

當白人優越主義者在 我們的街道上遊行示威，

torches high, hoods off.

高舉火把，毫不遮掩。

And I have to reckon with the fact

我得要去面對這個事實：

that my son is growing up in a country more dangerous for him

我兒子將在一個對他 更危險的國家中長大，

比賜予我的國家更危險。

than the one I was given.

And there will be moments

將會有些時候，

when I cannot protect him

我無法保護他，

when he is seen as a terrorist ...

他會被視為恐怖分子…

just as black people in America

就像在美國的黑人

are still seen as criminal.

仍然被視為是罪犯，

Brown people, illegal.

褐色皮膚的人被視為非法移民，

Queer and trans people, immoral.

同性戀和變性者被視為不道德，

Indigenous people, savage.

原住民被視為野蠻人，

Women and girls as property.

女人和女孩被視為資產。

And when they fail to see our bodies as some mother's child,

當他們不把我們的身體 視為是某位母親的孩子，

it becomes easier to ban us,

就更容易禁止我們、

detain us,

拘留我們、

deport us,

驅逐我們、

imprison us,

監禁我們、

sacrifice us for the illusion of security.

為了安全的幻影而犧牲我們。

(Applause)

（掌聲）

I wanted to abandon my post.

我真想要棄守我的崗位。

But I made a promise,

但我許過承諾，

so I returned to the gas station

所以，我回到那加油站，

where Balbir Singh Sodhi was killed 15 years to the day.

柏比爾辛格索迪 十五年前被殺的地方。

I set down a candle in the spot where he bled to death.

在他流血至死的地點， 我點了一根蠟燭。

His brother, Rana, turned to me

他的兄弟拉納轉向我，

and said, "Nothing has changed."

說：「什麼都沒有改變。」

And I asked,

我問：

"Who have we not yet tried to love?"

「我們還沒有試著去愛誰？」

We decided to call the murderer in prison.

我們決定打電話給監獄中的兇手。

The phone rings.

電話響著。

My heart is beating in my ears.

我可以聽見我的心跳。

I hear the voice of Frank Roque,

我聽見法蘭克洛克的聲音，

a man who once said ...

這個人曾經說過：

"I'm going to go out and shoot some towel heads.

「我要出去射殺一些包頭巾的人。

We should kill their children, too."

我們也該殺了他們的孩子。」

And every emotional impulse in me says, "I can't."

我心裡所有情緒衝動 都在說：「我辦不到。」

It becomes an act of will to wonder.

那是對意志力的考驗，我想要知道

"Why?" I ask.

「為什麼？」

"Why did you agree to speak with us?"

「為什麼你同意和我們通話？」

Frank says, "I'm sorry for what happened,

法蘭克說：「對於 發生的事，我感到遺憾，

but I'm also sorry for all the people killed on 9/11."

但我也對 911 所有的 受害者感到遺憾。」

He fails to take responsibility.

他沒能負起責任。

I become angry to protect Rana,

我變得很生氣，想保護拉納，

but Rana is still wondering about Frank --

但拉納還是對法蘭克感到好奇──

listening --

傾聽──

responds.

回應。

"Frank, this is the first time I'm hearing you say

「法蘭克，這是我第一次聽見你說

that you feel sorry."

你感到遺憾。」

And Frank --

而法蘭克──

Frank says, "Yes.

法蘭克說：「是的。

I am sorry for what I did to your brother.

對於我對你兄弟 所做的事，我感到遺憾。

One day when I go to heaven to be judged by God,

將來，當我上了天堂， 接受神的審判時，

I will ask to see your brother.

我會請求要見你的兄弟。

And I will hug him.

我會擁抱他。

And I will ask him for forgiveness."

我會向他請求原諒。」

And Rana says ...

而拉納說：

"We already forgave you."

「我們已經原諒你了。」

Forgiveness is not forgetting.

原諒並不是忘記。

Forgiveness is freedom from hate.

原諒，是從仇恨中解脫。

Because when we are free from hate,

因為當我們從仇恨中解脫，

we see the ones who hurt us not as monsters,

我們不會把傷害我們的人 視為禽獸，

but as people who themselves are wounded,

而是本身也受傷的人，

who themselves feel threatened,

本身感到被威脅的人，

who don't know what else to do with their insecurity

他們不知道如何處理不安全感，

but to hurt us, to pull the trigger,

只好傷害我們，扣下扳機，

or cast the vote,

投下那一票，

or pass the policy aimed at us.

或通過針對我們的政策。

But if some of us begin to wonder about them,

但，如果我們有些人 開始對他們感到好奇，

listen even to their stories,

甚至去傾聽他們的故事，

we learn that participation in oppression comes at a cost.

我們會學到迫害他人是有代價的。

It cuts them off from their own capacity to love.

那會讓他們失去愛的能力。

This was my second lesson in revolutionary love.

這是我關於革命之愛的第二課。

We love our opponents when we tend the wound in them.

當我們照料對手的傷口時， 我們是在愛他們。

Tending to the wound is not healing them --

照料傷口並非治癒他們──

only they can do that.

那要他們自己才能做到。

Just tending to it allows us

僅僅是去照料，就讓我們能夠

to see our opponents:

看見我們的對手：

the terrorist, the fanatic, the demagogue.

恐怖分子、狂熱者、煽動者。

They've been radicalized by cultures and policies that we together can change.

他們被文化和政策給極端化， 這是我們同心協力可以改變的。

I looked back on all of our campaigns,

我回顧我們所有的活動，

and I realized that any time we fought bad actors,

我發現到，任何時候， 當我們對抗不好的人物時，

we didn't change very much.

我們並沒有改變很多。

But when we chose to wield our swords and shields

但當我們選擇使用我們的劍和盾

to battle bad systems,

來對抗不好的體制時，

that's when we saw change.

我們就能夠看見改變。

I have worked on campaigns

我曾參與過一些運動，

that released hundreds of people out of solitary confinement,

將數百人從單獨監禁中解放，

reformed a corrupt police department,

改革一個腐敗的警局，

changed federal hate crimes policy.

改變政府的仇恨犯罪政策。

The choice to love our opponents is moral and pragmatic,

選擇去愛我們的對手 是道德且務實的，

and it opens up the previously unimaginable possibility

這麼做，能打開先前 無法想像的可能性，

of reconciliation.

和解的可能性。

But remember ...

但，切記…

it took 15 years to make that phone call.

我花了十五年才打了那通電話。

I had to tend to my own rage and grief first.

我得要先照料 我自己的怒火和悲慟。

Loving our opponents requires us to love ourselves.

若要愛我們的對手， 我們得要先能愛自己。

Gandhi, King, Mandela --

甘地、金恩、曼德拉──

they taught a lot about how to love others and opponents.

他們有很多關於如何 去愛他人與對手的教導。

They didn't talk a lot about loving ourselves.

他們很少談到愛自己。

This is a feminist intervention.

這是女權主義的干預行動。

(Applause)

（掌聲）

Yes.

是的。

Yes.

是的。

(Applause)

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Because for too long have women and women of color been told

因為長久以來， 女性以及有色女性都被告誡

to suppress their rage,

要壓抑她們的怒火，

suppress their grief in the name of love and forgiveness.

壓抑她們的悲慟，以愛和寬恕之名。

But when we suppress our rage,

但，當我們壓抑我們的怒火，

that's when it hardens into hate directed outward,

它就會更強化，外表轉變仇恨導向，

but usually directed inward.

但通常會導向內在。

But mothering has taught me that all of our emotions are necessary.

但身為人母讓我學到， 我們所有的情緒都是必要的。

Joy is the gift of love.

喜悅是愛的禮物。

Grief is the price of love.

悲慟是愛的代價。

Anger is the force that protects it.

憤怒是保護它的力量。

This was my third lesson in revolutionary love.

這是我革命之愛的第三課。

We love ourselves

我們要愛自己，

when we breathe through the fire of pain

當我們通過痛苦的烈焰，

and refuse to let it harden into hate.

並拒絕讓它強化成為仇恨。

That's why I believe

這就是為什麼我相信

that love must be practiced in all three directions

愛是要練習的，三個方向都要練習，

to be revolutionary.

才能成為革命之愛。

Loving just ourselves feels good,

只愛自己，感覺很好，

but it's narcissism.

但那叫做自戀。

(Laughter)

（笑聲）

Loving only our opponents is self-loathing.

只愛我們的對手，是自我嫌惡。

Loving only others is ineffective.

只愛他人，是沒作用的。

This is where a lot of our movements live right now.

現在我們很多運動都還在這範圍內。

We need to practice all three forms of love.

我們需要練習全部三種形式的愛。

And so, how do we practice it?

所以，我們要如何練習？

Ready?

準備好了嗎？

Number one ...

第一：

in order to love others,

若要愛他人，

see no stranger.

就需不視他人為異客。

We can train our eyes to look upon strangers on the street,

我們能訓練我們的眼睛， 在看街上、地鐵上、

on the subway, on the screen,

螢幕上的陌生人時，

and say in our minds,

在心中說：

"Brother,

「兄弟、

sister,

姐妹、

aunt,

阿姨、

uncle."

叔叔。」

And when we say this, what we are saying is,

當我們這樣說時，我們其實是在說：

"You are a part of me I do not yet know.

「你是我的一部分， 我尚未了解的部分。

I choose to wonder about you.

我選擇對你感到好奇。

I will listen for your stories

我會傾聽你的故事，

and pick up a sword when you are in harm's way."

當你身處危險時，我會拿起劍。」

And so, number two:

所以，第二：

in order to love our opponents,

若要愛我們的對手，

tend the wound.

要照料傷口。

Can you see the wound in the ones who hurt you?

你能否看見傷害你的人的傷口？

Can you wonder even about them?

你能否對他們感到好奇？

And if this question sends panic through your body,

如果這個問題讓你感到全身慌亂，

then your most revolutionary act

那麼你最革命性的行動，

is to wonder, listen and respond to your own needs.

就是去好奇、傾聽， 並回應你自己的需求。

Number three:

第三：

in order to love ourselves,

若要愛我們自己，

breathe and push.

呼吸，並用力推。

When we are pushing into the fires in our bodies

當我們要朝體內的烈火

or the fires in the world,

或世界上的烈火推進時，

we need to be breathing together

我們得要一起呼吸，

in order to be pushing together.

才能夠一起推。

How are you breathing each day?

你每一天呼吸得如何？

Who are you breathing with?

你和誰一起呼吸？

Because ...

因為…

when executive orders and news of violence hits our bodies hard,

當行政命令和暴力新聞 重重地擊中我們的身體時，

sometimes less than a minute apart,

有時間隔還不到一分鐘，

it feels like dying.

感覺就像要死了一樣。

In those moments,

在那些時候，

my son places his hand on my cheek and says,

我的兒子會把他的手 放在我的臉頰上，說：

"Dance time, mommy?"

「該跳舞了，媽咪？」

And we dance.

我們就跳舞。

In the darkness, we breathe and we dance.

在黑暗中，我們呼吸，我們跳舞。

Our family becomes a pocket of revolutionary love.

我們的家庭變成了革命之愛的容器。

Our joy is an act of moral resistance.

我們的喜悅是道德抗爭。

How are you protecting your joy each day?

你每天如何保護你的喜悅？

Because in joy we see even darkness with new eyes.

因為在喜悅中，即使是黑暗， 我們都能有新觀點。

And so the mother in me asks,

所以，我內在的母親問道，

what if this darkness is not the darkness of the tomb,

如果這並不是墳墓的黑暗，

but the darkness of the womb?

而是子宮的黑暗呢？

What if our future is not dead,

如果我們的未來並沒有死亡，

but still waiting to be born?

而是等著要誕生呢？

What if this is our great transition?

如果這是我們偉大的過渡期呢？

Remember the wisdom of the midwife.

切記助產士的智慧。

"Breathe," she says.

她說：「呼吸，」

And then --

接著

"push."

「用力推。」

Because if we don't push, we will die.

因為如果我們不推，我們會死亡。

If we don't breathe, we will die.

如果我們不呼吸，我們會死亡。

Revolutionary love requires us to breathe and push through the fire

革命之愛需要我們呼吸 並在烈火中用力推進，

with a warrior's heart and a saint's eyes

帶著戰士的心和聖人的眼睛，

so that one day ...

這麼一來，有一天…

one day you will see my son as your own

有一天，你會把我的兒子 視為是你自己的兒子，

and protect him when I am not there.

當我不在他身邊時，你會保護他。

You will tend to the wound in the ones who want to hurt him.

你會照料想要傷害他的人的傷口。

You will teach him how to love himself

你會教導他如何愛他自己，

because you love yourself.

因為你愛你自己。

You will whisper in his ear,

你會對他耳語，

as I whisper in yours,

就像我對你耳語：

"You are brave."

「你很勇敢。」

You are brave.

你很勇敢。

Thank you.

謝謝。

(Applause)

（掌聲）

(Sikh Prayer) Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa,

（錫克禱告）Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa,

Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh.

Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh.

(Applause)

（掌聲）

(Cheering)

（歡呼）

(Applause)

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