2021年度总结
或许人都有体会过“时间似乎被跳过”的感受。
比如倘若被按下删除键的、疫情之下的2020,比如在匆匆忙忙之后会想起来却发现没有太多值得回忆的一年。
我说过,这种“时间仿佛被跳过”的发生,并不是一件好事,因为它们没有显著的意义,于是随着时光的流失被一并抹去了,倘若不曾存在过。
细想起来,那些金色的旧时光至今不曾褪色。如果你也在南韩的清州生活过一段时间,那想必一定会在盛夏时去Juicy买上一杯酸甜可口的果汁。如果你正好在初冬阳光明媚的午后来到埃克塞特大教堂跟前,也必然不愿错过Tea on the green里香浓的Earl Grey. 如果春季来到汝矣岛,漫天的樱花会随着风如柳絮般洒落在发梢之上。如果在深秋登上板障山,清晨的阳光透过树叶的间隙碎了一地,如同恰巧成就了一幅波西米亚风格的画家在沙龙中的成名作。
哪怕生活被撕开童话的糖衣,露出无尽黑暗的夜,深邃的空中依旧能看到数不尽的繁星。于是,浪漫主义流派的生活家们便是拿起碗盆也要接住那点点星光。
我也忍不住伸手去触碰那些洒落下来的光。于是,便想要创造更多金光灿烂的故事填满我人生。
祝福我们人生的每一篇章都不会留白。
想要送给各位George Herbert诗人的LoveⅢ
Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love,observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me,sweetly questioning
If I lacked anything.
“A guest,” I answered, “worthy to be here.”
Love said, “You shall be he.”
“I, the unkind, ungrateful, Ah,my dear,
I cannot look on Thee.”
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
“Who made the eyes but I?”
“Truth, Lord; but I have marred them” let my shame
Go where it doth deserve.”
“And know you not,” says Love, “Who bore the blame?”
“My dear, then I will serve.”
“You must sit down, ” says Love, “and taste my meat.”
So I did sit and eat.
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