Discussion with Tim, Assistant Superintendent ,snowstorm,now。
房间里寂静得像雪花飘落,心海里绚烂得像暴风掠过。
国内已经是大年三十的中午了吧,此时的OXFORD已近午夜的十一点。
远处刚刚传来的动人的温暖弥漫在房间里,打消了困意,窗外眺望,温馨点点,甚或万般雪样的浪漫。
Homesickness
In my childhood,
Homesickness was a small stamp.
I was here.
And my mother was over there.
When I grew up,
Homesickness was a narrow ship-ticket.
I was here
And my bride was over there.
And then
Homesickness was a small tomb.
With me outside
And my mother inside.
But now,
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I am on this side.
And the mainland is on the other side.
Deep in night
lying solitary in bed
only stillness sprawling over heart ,over mind, and over soul
touching the deepest-buried emotions
great ambition as I have
it fails to sweep away all the puzzles stemming from life
trying to fade away some recollections
only to find it becoming more and more impressive
as if carved deeply on my heart
craving to reach a sense of belonging to seek a sense of security
but who knows where they are?
Far? Near ?
All in anyone’s guess
Staring at myself from the smooth mirror
Exploring how life has molded me
And how it will in the future
Studying how destiny has paved my way
And how it will in the future
Waving goodbye to the fleeing past
I am standing at the crossing of life
With growing fear and confusion
Reluctant to move forward
Some beautiful stories
Still merit my chewing one thousand times more
but the stride of life is beyond anyone’s hands
the train of time wheels me forward
however fiercely
my heart getting hold on the beloved moments
dragging me to the very present silent
as I am lying in bed
tonight is another one not for sleep
but for reflection
for sentimentalism
for the sigh under no choice
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