Thursday, June 17, 2021

他终于谈起了纽西兰/Finally, He Mentioned About NZ

 Finally, he mentioned about NZ! 



As the AZ vaccine was still coursing through his veins, once we seated in the car, he exclaimed: I am starving, this vaccine is supposed to make you hungry. 

Unsure how true it was, or just psychologically induced, I said: okay, we go and grab something to eat. But then amidst the scrambling to hit the highway as I wheeled the car around, I said: first, we have to get out of here and enter the highway.

I should have still possessed some vague recollections of how to go from PWTC to Duta Toll, but succumbing to the precision of Google Map, I adhered every instruction given by my son’s hp. In less than 15 minutes, I swiped my TnG card and we were right on track back home. 

He was still hungry regardless of our success to steer our way into the highway, so I said: Let’s stop at Restoran Jejantas to look for food. Yeah, RJSB had been classified as HIDE for COVID lately, but then who cares, my son was starving and he was fighting the virus! 

And stopped we did, the desertion of the car park magnified the consequences of HIDE conferred to this particular R&R. Anyway, we scanned and entered the eatery outlets that spanned across the highway below, we spotted KFC first, no chicken today: my son said. We walked ahead, from afar we spotted Burger King, he said: I crave burger, let’s go for burger. 

I didn’t object, when the absence of dietary choices was apparent, you just go with the flow. Suddenly, he halted right in front of a shop, Krispy Kreme. Wow, their doughnuts are damn nice: he exclaimed. I didn’t object too, bewildered by his spontaneous reaction, I said: ok, let’s get some afterwards. 

About half an hour later, we were back in the car, after gobbling down the burgers and chicken nuggets, I had a doughnut from that shop. Yeah, it was good though a bit overly sweet. I was done first with my early dinner, after a few sips of some icy sprite, I ignited the car and passed him the buy-6-free-2 sugar glazed doughnut. 

In no time, he was done with the doughnut too. He took a few gulps of the iced drink, then he said calmly: you know what, Krispy Kreme is a big hit in NZ, I only saw one outlet in Auckland, and people deliberately fly to Auckland to pack it back to Napier! 

Wow, I am not aware of that at all, in fact I am not aware of the existence of this brand until yesterday, but again what startled me was not Krispy Kreme, it was the first time after one and a half year upon our return from NZ, from his own lips, I heard him mentioning about NZ again. 

Eventually, he inadvertently, gently, fumbled through his shattered memories about NZ......。

剪草

 剪草



草长了

野草长了

清晨凉了

天空亮了

岁月短了

剪草刀生锈了

生命沉默了

手臂酸了

世界锁住了

门关闭了

口罩溜走了

草又再长了

一切都不一样了

心的窗口

再也不敢打开了

(记祖国武汉病毒病例首次破六千大关)

大雨

 大雨



醒来大雨

亦勿必追究

云都曲终人散了

那些离去的

皆会回来

始终的宿运

和雨珠一样

越想回避

就越濡湿

站着或坐着

都一样是一种姿势

拮据地生存着

和雨一样

偶尔不来

或来了却离不去

如果还有话语

不妨不说

严肃的沉默

就是最嚣闹的喧哗

接近雨声

那种澈亮的透明

如轻击的鼓声

停不下来的脚步

呼吸起起落落

害怕着

却又冀望着

深爱着却又

恍惚地觅寻着

那一场雨

大雨来了

竟然不想走

在我醒来之后

拍打着窗镜

窥探自己的心情

一天其实没有开始

时间其实也没有结束

我们只是活着

蹲厕的时候

听雨听刮风的

故事那些

巨细靡遗的剧情

仿佛和自己并非对称

别人的事

和自己的事

都不挂钩地混在一起

那些雨声蔓延着

风却歇息了

(记十天干旱之后的第一场大雨)


Eulogy of a Tree/一棵树的挽歌

 Eulogy of a Tree




When dawn illuminates the horizon

I remember how her silhouette 

sharply razors through the sky

Regally erecting in graceful stillness

The leafless twigs narrate deafening silence 

Scrambling desperately for crisp air

Like a dance of gesticulations for survival 

But the world still lies motionless

Disconnected and indifferent

Eventually her path of life fades into oblivion

Final words are redundant

In the soft morning light

Diaphanous clouds are drifting high

The only thing left for her to do

is to say goodbye

 (In memory of a tree at Kampung Hujung Alor)

花海

 花海



封锁之后

我照旧出门

熟悉的路线

沉默的心绪

听着歌曲

旋律还是一样

日子也没有变调

黑夜走了之后白天蹑手蹑脚走来

雨季结束之后夏天迷了路似的踉跄跌落

花粉汨汨飘荡

运动鞋的节奏凌乱

风抓摸不清方向

我转了弯

又不停转弯

原来发现之后一样会无端端失去

总是绕着一些莫名其妙的无法触及的东西旋转

来了又走了

草绿了又枯了

只有迷漫繁衍的花蕾

在最出其不意的时刻纷纷绽开

绽开成生命的花海

为一不小心错失的时间奔放

而就在封锁之后

我还是照旧出门

天气转凉

日子转淡

苍白没有形容词

只有慢慢地

慢慢地越过遍地的花海

(记FMCO)


阳光

 阳光




如果暗影欲把记忆染黑

只有阳光能搜集长夜的暖意

以细长的余温用亮度洗涤

每个人心中都有那束瘠瘦的阳光

卷曲着或晃荡着觅寻

被狡黠的时光储藏云翳的房间

然后从门缝扁切进去

哪怕室内尽是遗忘的齿轮

修纤的光羽将会卡住它的滚动

让静谧唤醒染尘的记忆

即使只是一瞬间

一些痕迹可以叫时间带走

一些剧痛却要以阳光的永恒

烙印在稀糊的脑浆里

(注:纪念32年后的64)

坐在树下的男人

 坐在树下的男人




天就快暗了

树荫铺陈一张地毯

抽着烟的男人

坐成一樽孤独

斑驳陆离的思绪

隐约浮现又急速褪失

一天走到尽头

人生的琐碎事

原来是一场大雪

飘落不会融化的雪花

冷得叫人瞌睡

清醒着还是糊睡着

澎拜着还是冷漠着

都是一种艰辛的选择

而树下的男人继续抽着烟

活着与死去也是一种选择

他偶尔会这么想

有些人宁愿站着死去

有些人却跪下活着

而他继续抽烟

他只想坐着在大树下

阴翳里有一种温暖

很多东西可以忘记

只有回家不能

有些人忘了回家的路

而他会常常在家门外徘徊

因为门内和树下一样孤单

孩子很多但话语很少

爱散发出浓烈的馊味

熟悉感被陌生一小片

一小片地吞噬

所以在回家的那一刻

他歧途又回到树下

坐着抽烟

思考着关于要或不要

应该或不应该的难题

因为活着

对错根本毫无相关

甚至不再存在


坐在树下的男人

默默抽着烟

等待和荫影同样温暖的黑夜




篮球场

 篮球场


街灯熄灭后

黑夜就一哄而散了

篮球场上依然没有球击声

网圈开着大口

渴望喂食

球鞋始终也没来

汗水是遥远的记忆

曾经喧哗过的噪音

冷却下来

留下一滩血红的孤寂

在篮球场的中央

静静睡去

(记我园晨走)