埋步
Saturday, May 19, 2007
军营中，不时会看见与自己同病相怜的“同是天涯沦落人”在自家衣橱外贴上一些装饰品，多是剪报、图片、海报一类。而其中的主角焦点八九不离美女名模、跑车足球，纵是已无人使用的前朝“遗柜”也留有这些痕迹。
我的橱柜却是不存任何“记号”的，即使接手时是衣着光鲜的，也必定“洗尽铅华”跟随我。每星期回营的整理衣橱、铺床叠被，仍是例行公事，对我而言，我只是不想留下太多的脚印，在这里就是手印了。
“悄悄的我走了，正如我悄悄的来；我挥一挥衣袖，不带走一片云彩。”
我对徐志摩的印象不深，但这句差不多已家喻户晓的诗句，却很符合我现今的心境。又如李白的《侠客行》中所题“事了拂衣去，深藏身与名”。离开其实是艺术。
从一个阶段步入另一个阶段时，我们选择各自离开的方式，却带走同样的东西：记忆。诚然记忆是珍贵的，但除了对自己而言，它也是不值钱的。
饰演林黛玉走红的陈晓旭女士已撒手尘寰。知道她的人只能以红楼梦追悼她。红楼中，黛玉不也因惜春而葬花?
“花谢花飞飞满天，红消香断有谁怜；一朝春尽红颜老，花落人亡两不知。”
Envoy of the Stars @ 8:26 PM
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