漂泊
月，冷冷的在青穆的窗前来来回回地飘荡，闪烁着冰冰凉的眸光，一次又一次地敲打,
着我的心窗，坠哗哗啦啦，一片又一片，一地纷纷碎碎。
接了母亲的电话,心和着窗外的海，潮起又潮落，月缺月晴，摇着钟的翅，许久。答应
了朋友要给博客写新文章。但那栖在额头的闲适，不知不觉中已飞走，寻不到。
只闻见沉郁的滋味渐浓，从头顶盘旋着宛延而下。现在，只有拿起专业书读下
去，读到我很累，读到黎明的晨光开始上升，读到昨夜的痛陷入了忘却。
飘洋过海的对岸，母亲的依恋,盼念和希望，系在那一片白帆。
她不知道帆的destiny注定是漂泊。。。。。。
7年之后，我要去中国西部，心里默默地想。
那一年的夏天，西部的孤山里添了异国的气息，卷了默默的白色。几个为中国教育义
务耕耘的英国人。只是那一个瞬间，我长长久久地触动，深深地渗入经脉，连带
心肺在风中发抖，被这光辉的生命。那瞬间的震憾，那些重生的观念，已刻在心
里，和着7年后的
Hope, not yet a plan
我明白我根的‘障’，我终不知务实为何物。
A cold Moon sways, upon the window of green-deepen smoke, glittering ice-pale
glances, the light; the naked silver constantly hammers the window of my
heart, crumbled in pieces, one fallen upon fallen in loud droppings, over the
shattered brimming ground
The calling from mother and heart a long time echoes in the sea upon the tide’s
ebb and flow; and the moon’s waxing – waning by the pendulous wings of
clock. I promised friends to precede some articles to my Blog. Then the
laziness perched in the head had imperceptibly gone off — there was no
trace after it. Just a smell of the creeping depression revolves and flows down from head.
Now, better go down upon my academic books, reading on when I grow weary,
when a climbing gleam spread of dawn begins, and when griefs of yesterday
infuse the forgetfulness.
At the anchor across the sea, mom ties her concerns, expectations and hope of
that white sail, as a ship will.
She doesn’t know the destiny of her sail is doomed to drift…
‘I would set myself in next destination to Western China in 7 years’
I murmured to myself in the heart’s core.
Back in that afternoon, the solitude of Western China adds an exotic aura,
flaring the silent white. Some British volunteer provide education provision
for all kids, for the people in that remote region of my country. I was
strongly and truly moved in spirit and emotion, piercing every vein, mingling with
my heart-liver; and shivering when the wind blows through. I was moved in
these lives of the glory.
That trembling of the great moment upon those reborn ideas has been dwelling
and engraving upon the heart, on that afternoon packed in a hope, not yet a
plan- in about 7 years. I determined my path in life for that hope and for all.
I know the barrier to my roots, leaving reality behind my real life, in a big way….
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