海上花 * MerFlower
——By≠Paleink
Rain; sinking river; a solitary voyage; empty mountains,
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The son of the wind rides his chariots horses of grey brow, rocks the fluttering bell of his chest,
and shakes a flag: with the summer cloud and his visages, into the days they have held before where
‘Spring’ has belong. Go, Go! In pursuit of unveiling his snowy cloud at twilight; in pursuit of
holding her sleeve, taking her hands across the ocean and taking her heart back。。。
Rushing!
Rushing!…
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Calling from the sky, ventriloquism squeaks now where solitude echoes travelling, amid vast bosom
of empty valley；he is only wind, the clueless wind of liberty, seeking promise from the way in
vain…
Dark colour, light colour, the inkdrops clot as with coldness, dipping over the flowing time of
anticipation.
Silently, dismal grey glides further to descend, the air raw and piercing, and the night fades
in cold blue, deeply —— Leaning on the harbouring arms of sea, and listen: the metallic
crying voice comes in from distant pulsing tide, twisting the sea hair of silver ruffled.
[。。。Afar from here, turning to the first page where the story starts 。。。That night,
the day before the wedding ceremony, beside *How Bridge: Past the point of no return. A boy and
a girl standing there, the pretty young woman is the bride-to-be in the white wedding dress，but
the young man is not the bridegroom. The two of them are clasping their hands tightly and plunging
into the trembling moonlight of silver which is eclipsing their phantom
。。。。。。
A white flake of *MerFlower, a lonely maid lying, being shadowed by the
passing crowds, whispering。。。Then, passing away with shadows of footsteps, vanishing,
toe by toe. Soon,
the mute air regains，the lonely statue still remains here. But now, the sense of something enchants
him and stops his marching steps, he stoops down and covers all her body with the moving sands.
A racing army of tide draws in and withdraws, silver sand retreats from the beach; soon, the
clear eyes of the young woman exposed in the sunshine once more. That night, another man
passes by。。。
Just at the corner of crossroads，maybe persuaded by a sort of walking miracle，
scurrying clouds pause. Eventually he flies back to the handful of MerFlower. Entering into the
forest
he carries her. Arranged at a forested stream, inhaling deeply, he lays her down in the tomb,
softly: the shelter of the Returning, the dust of afterlife spreading Siftings on siftings in oblivion.
But who this man is with such a sorrowful look?
He makes towards her grave three deep bows.
He stops once more and gives his backward glance to the spindrift of snowy waves,
shivering and rustling in the wind.
The hours rise up stroking a blush of afterglow against the west of the sky and the sun is into
deep down sinking, feeling pumped from the Dye vat, pulling the whole pale dome in flaming fire,
hurling all the sea with crimson glow. The plaintive memorial music whirls ups and downs
with the wind, and wells all within the way of leaving
。。。。。。
The ancient love-tale that the last life of bride-to-be was possessed by the sleeping beauty;
while the groom-elect is nothing but a veiling passenger. She comes to him as a peculiarly
momentary union, is merely for the sake of his graces, which she had owed.
That is only an episode; a broken landscape; a paragraph of love 。。。
But the man who takes the bride-to-be from the gloom-to-be is the one accompanying her
the forever of his life, with her returning soul. Dying love finds its own way under the complete
lunar.
According to the deed of the ancient love-tales,
‘By whom you were laid into the grave last time, right with whom you step to eternity’
。。。。。。
The car brakes with the whistle, the gloomy sparkling on the silver strings of rain. Several
leaves come sliding down the car, my glance collecting on the lost book of [王小波致李銀河書簡] *,
while the door opening, catching the memory of
“Whoever buried you last life is the one who accompanies you all your life this time.”
The face of book moistened by the intruding rain from the silent window of the car,
dried with
the tender hands, the vanishing warmth lingering on the page left by him last night, lingering words
in whisper.
The vision is veiled: foggy as fog;
Tears
Cutting
Down
。。。
* Mer Flower: MER, French word, sea
*How Bridge: is the ancient love-tale about the final threshold of fate.
Past the point of no return seems the edge of falling apart
——By≠Paleink
雨,沉海, 孤旅，空山
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風駕著他的白眉車騎, 搖著胸腑中跳躍的鈴, 還有旗幟, 旗幟上繡有夏雲與風的容顏，嵌在那個曾經填滿‘春天’的
日子裏; 去吧， 去吧，越洋去掀暮雲的簾, 來牽她的袖管。。。急速！急速！
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受著天空的招喚╭⌒⌒腹語尖叫, 隻有寂寞在空山間回鳴；他隻是風，自由的風，無色的風，風何嚐開口許下承諾。
深藍淺藍，墨水無聲凝寒，落滿了等待的歲月。
憂鬱的灰逐時沉澱，夜融入冷藍，空氣冷峭，深深。倚著海的窗，聽，那遠道而來的海水漂來冰涼的呻吟，拍亂了海的發——
[。。。遠處，回到故事開始的那一頁。。。婚禮舉行的前夜，奈何橋邊，一男一女，女孩子是那美麗的新娘，穿著白
色的婚紗，男孩子卻不是新郎，兩個人牽著手，跑進顫抖的白月光裏
。。。。。。
一個孤單的少女，躺在那裏，來來往往的過客一陣竊竊私語，在她身上投下瞬間消失的陰影。。。接著，一雙雙腳影消失，走開。頃刻間，夜又恢複先前的深冷，她仍舊一個人，孤獨地躺在那裏。這時候，行旅半途的他不由自主地刹住了腳，蹲下來，用流沙輕輕蓋過她的身體。。。
退潮了，沙粒沿著海灘流瀉，很快地，少女的眉目在陽光下又見清晰。那天晚上，另一個男人，走過。。。轉角
的時候，仿佛某種神跡的牽動，雲朵停在空中。他一陣風地跑了回去，跑到那一捧[海上花]眼前，把她抱起來，
跨進一片樹
林裏，尋了一片臨近溪水的地，俯下身，將她輕輕的放下，深深地吸了一口氣，一層層埋進無聲無息的墳瑩裏。可是，這
位滿麵悲容的男人又是誰呢？
他朝著她的墓碑深深地鞠了三個躬。。。。
走了幾步，他又停下來，扭頭看了看那一片在風裏打著顫的雪海。
已是黃昏，迎麵西天的落日，仿佛從染缸裏滾了出來，把一腔蒼白的天染得雪紅，把海的臉也染紅了，咽泣的輓歌，
在寒風裏上下飛舞，含淚不舍
。。。。。。
聽說睡著的那個少女是‘準新郎未婚妻的前世，而準新郎隻是給少女蓋沙的過客；她來到他身邊，陪他走過一段路，
隻是因為前世的恩情；
那隻是一段插曲，一斷風景，一場斷愛。。。
而把少女從準新郎身邊帶走的男人，則是陪他走一生的人，愛在月圓的那一夜重新獲得生命。老人說‘前世埋葬你的人，就是陪你走一生的人'
。。。。。。
笛聲響起，急刹車，雨中出現一團光暈，雨線如織。幾片落葉從車頂滑落，打開車門，見到[王小波致李銀河書簡]遺
落在他的車座上，想起[前世埋葬你的人，就是陪你走一生的人]。
車窗外的雨水飄了進來，把書麵都打濕了，用手輕輕拂去水花，他昨夜碰觸過的書頁留下的餘溫傳了過來，想起他
幽幽地連綿的話，
模糊如霧,沉沉,
淚如椒
決不是這些'低俗的風塵'