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延伸的记忆 ——写给某人 那个季节的天空很高很高， 白云随着海风的韵律， 在山巅和城市上空飘摇。 我仿佛刚结束旧梦的长眠， 却又坠入到长满芦苇和野花的河道。 雨后浑浊而又丰沛的流水， 将植物冲刷成匍匐的排列， 像一场行为艺术的舞蹈。 这是我对你记忆的延伸， 不限于你的目光，你的眼泪， 不限于你的叹息，你的微笑。 那是一个完整的世界， 有风景，有人间烟火， 有忙碌的身影，有汹涌的波涛。 哪怕已经登上悲伤的列车， 也来不及给彼此， 一个深情的拥抱。 怅然，怆然，黯然，释然， 是旅途中弥漫的味道。 忘记所有吧， 尽管我有那么多的不舍， 那么多的希冀和煎熬。 直到那个电话响起， 重新给了我阳光的色彩， 激发了我的心跳。 就像冷却千年的发动机， 冰封与灰尘， 都在瞬间燃烧。 北方大地上， 涌动着盎然的生机， 那是来自未来的信号。 河流、树木、村庄、田野， 一切所见， 皆化滔滔。 每个瞬间都值得被重新记录， 每个画面都值得被重新扫描。 飞扬吧，飞扬， 命运的翅膀， 会在每个十字路口， 都洒落一片羽毛。 轻柔如丝纱编织的梦境， 沉稳如直面波涛的海岛。 它抵不过一次小小的呼吸， 却又能平息巨浪的喧闹。 这就是我所能存储的记忆， 似乎无拘无束，纵横捭阖，快乐逍遥。 又似乎坎坷波折，愁肠寸断，香冷魂消。 但我就是沉迷在这丛木棉里， 化身蝴蝶，在火炬般的花朵中筑巢。 晶莹的露珠，藏着无数颗太阳， 我在微缩的银河中起锚。 所有看见的，碰触的，感受的， 都会写入我的编年史， 那将是我一生的心动和骄傲。 思念，如苗， 私语，如箫。 长诗，如桥， 离别，如刀。 2022-11-09 Extended memory ——Written to Whitney The sky was very high in that season, With the rhythm of the sea breeze, In the mountains and over the city. I seem to have just finished my long sleep of old dreams, But he fell into a river full of reeds and wild flowers. The muddy and abundant water after the rain, Scour the plants into a creeping arrangement, Like a dance of performance art. This is an extension of my memory of you, Not limited to your eyes, your tears, Not limited to your sigh, your smile. It is a complete world, There are landscapes and fireworks in the world, There are busy figures and turbulent waves. Even if you have boarded the sad train, It's too late to give to each other, A deep hug. Disappointed, pathetic, sad, relieved, It's the smell of the journey. Forget everything, Although I have so much to give up, So much hope and suffering. Until the phone rings, It gives me the color of sunshine again, It stimulates my heart. Like an engine cooling for thousands of years, Ice and dust, Are burning in an instant. In the north, It is full of vitality, That's a signal from the future. Rivers, trees, villages, fields, Everything you see, All become voluble. Every moment is worth recording again, Each screen is worth rescanning. Fly, fly, The wings of fate, At every intersection, All of them shed a feather. As soft as a dream woven with silk, As calm as an island facing the waves. It can't withstand a small breath, But it can also calm the noise of huge waves. This is the memory I can store, It seems to be unrestrained, flexible and happy. It also seems to be full of ups and downs, heartbreak, and cold fragrance. But I am just addicted to this clump of kapok, Become a butterfly and build a nest in a torch like flower. There are countless suns hidden in the crystal dew, I anchor in the miniature Milky Way. All seen, touched, felt, Will be written into my chronicle, That will be my heart beat and pride in my life. Missing is like a seedling, Whispers are like flute. A long poem, like a bridge, Departure is like a knife. 2022-11-09
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