十二月 5th, 2008

  一晚的大风,已扫去了城市上空的烟尘。一脚从门洞里跳出来,跳到早晨八点之后九点之前的阳光里,顿觉周身轻盈。想跑起来,飞快地,在寒冷甘洌的空气中,试一试我的双腿,是否依旧敏捷,有力量。
  而忽然有了悔意,像一匹清晨的小马,懊丧于昨晚晦暗的梦境。哎,苍穹之下,我的执着,为着得到一粒微尘般的爱。它如何吸引了我全部的注意力。
  那么,如若我放弃了,放弃了我的重复的问询与奇特的专注呢?
  就会在这个早晨,脱缰而去,再不计较我的所得。

 

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