<P>难得有点闲暇,写一点点,不长不短。</P>
<P>那天,从以前同学那里得到了一朋友的联系方式,很高兴,正如她给我的讯息里所说。毕竟已四五年,音讯全无。电话打过去,竟不认识我的声音,她解释道:首次话聊。我暗忖:不奇怪,我现在可能也不记得你的样子了,赫赫。在某些事情上,自觉亏欠她许多;不过这无关男女情感。然而却不能不承认喜欢过她,或许现时亦然。否则,为何在听她说已有良伴时,久违的心痛袭来。那段时光,是和班级里吟咏的配乐诗歌“The River and The Swan”联系在一起的。现在想来,Steve Young那首绝美的诗似乎浮现:</P>
<P>My special Lady,dancer of life</P>
<P>Come and go as you please.</P>
<P>When you move with such ease,</P>
<P>Hey,I'd like to own you,</P>
<P>But I won't even try.</P>
<P>When free things are owned,</P>
<P>They just wither and die.</P>
<P>……</P>
<P>It will be too long</P>
<P>……</P> |