|
第二次相遇 ——写给某人 深情，是湖面上吹来的风， 提醒着我这一次短暂的相逢。 我的世界里， 有了火焰与飞鸟， 有了落叶与群星。 有了我反复哼唱的歌曲， 有了我可以描绘的霓虹。 美好，是再见到你时的笑容， 飞扬在江南十一月的深秋中。 没有什么文字， 可以写尽那一刻的激动。 渐黄的柳树， 稀落的行人， 绵长的小路， 都一遍遍照进我今后的梦境。 你是我寻找寄托的明月， 是我灵感激发的光影。 是我漫漫旅途旁欢快的小溪， 是我平淡世俗间的调色板， 是上天送给我的馈赠。 我愿意化作路旁的一棵树， 不论是梧桐，还是苍松。 我会站在你每天的必经路上， 掠过你凝视明天的眼睛。 不必打扰你的沉思， 不必引起你的注视， 甚至不必听清你的话语和歌声。 我只愿静静地等待着， 日出日落，都保持着挺拔的身形。 在你路过的一瞬间， 赋予你一丝丝的朦胧。 即便是没有映入你的眼里， 我也不会有太多的心痛。 我已经见过了你太多的美好， 还有眼泪， 还有奋斗与坚持， 还有柔弱中不屈的抗争。 我还见过你的细腻与温柔， 你的痛苦与欢乐， 你的局促与从容。 我不想对苍天祈求， 把你禁锢在充满巧克力和花海的梦中。 你有你自由的翅膀， 击碎平湖的月色， 卷起落叶与浮萍的升腾。 你有你自在的狂野， 心机百变，颠倒众生， 说走就走，天马行空。 我愿意被永远地停留在这片小小的土地上， 迎接你的倏忽来去， 见惯天地的霞蔚云蒸。 我不想做海岸边的灯塔， 因为你生命的航线，有自己坚定地方向， 无须我痴情的引领。 我不想做窗边的明月， 因为你命运的前方，有洒满朝阳的道路， 无须我微弱的光明。 或许我就是一棵树， 与其他的树，没有任何不同。 但是我还是想每天看到你， 看你路过我的眼前，行色匆匆。 如果你偶尔停靠下来， 你是否会安静的倾听？ 听我喃喃的低语， 那是我一直想告诉你的内容。 2022-11-06 Second encounter ——Written to Whitney Deepness is the wind blowing from the lake, Remind me of this short meeting. In my world, With fire and birds, With fallen leaves and stars. With the songs I hummed repeatedly, With the neon I can describe. Beauty is the smile when I see you again, Flying in the late autumn of November in Jiangnan. No words, Can write the excitement of that moment. Yellowing willows, Scattered pedestrians, Long path, They all shine into my dreams again and again. You are the moon I am looking for, It's my inspiration. It is a cheerful brook beside my long journey, It is the palette of my mundane world, It's a gift from heaven. I would like to turn into a tree beside the road, Whether it is wutong or Cangsong. I will stand on your way every day, Passing your eyes staring at tomorrow. Don't disturb your meditation, You don't have to watch, You don't even have to hear your words and songs. I just want to wait quietly, The sun rises and sets, keeping a tall and straight figure. At the moment you passed by, Give you a little haziness. Even if it doesn't come into your eyes, I will not have too much heartache. I've seen so much of your beauty, And tears, There is also struggle and perseverance, And unyielding resistance in weakness. I have also seen your delicacy and tenderness, Your pain and joy, Your nervousness and calmness. I don't want to pray to heaven, Confined you in a dream full of chocolates and flowers. You have your free wings, Breaking the moonlight of Pinghu, Roll up the fallen leaves and the rise of duckweed. You have your own wild, The mind is always changing, inverting the sentient beings, Just say go. I would like to be imprisoned in this small land forever, To welcome your coming and going, See the sun and clouds in the world. I don't want to be a lighthouse on the coast, Because the course of your life has its own firm direction, No need for my spoony guidance. I don't want to be the moon by the window, Because in front of your destiny, there is a sunny road, Without my weak light. Maybe I'm a tree, It is no different from other trees. But I still want to see you every day, You are walking in a hurry when you pass by my eyes. If you stop occasionally, Will you listen quietly? Listen to my whispers, That's what I've been trying to tell you. 2022-11-06
|
|
|
