我一直觉得自己是个很害怕寂寞的人，所以喜欢住在市区。        
每当我感到寂寞的侵蚀，就会一个人去附近闹市，跟着熙攘的人群，漫无目的的走走停停，仿佛这样才能感受到自己真实的存在。                      

昨天在西单等人，对方严重迟到。站累了，看不远处正好一张长椅，就坐下等。
耳边忽然响起一个轻轻的声音：“就坐这儿吧.....”                  
我回头一看，是个老太太，前后都没有人，她也没看着我，心想自言自语呢吧，于是转过身继续发我的短信。                             
不多会儿身后又响起一声：“来，擦擦吧.....”                        
我好奇的再回头，看老太太正拿着一块布在擦她的木拐杖，一脸的专注。
看到这副情景，我忽然眼里一酸。
老太太没有注意到我在看她，继续专心的喃喃自语，声音低的像叹息，我不知道她是和拐杖还是那块布说话，只是在心里感到深深的酸楚。
当一个人开始和静物说话的时候，这会是一种怎样的孤独。
我，无法了解。        
忽然有种和她聊点什么的冲动，可嘴唇却感觉像被粘住一般。
正在犹豫间，老太太已经缓缓的站起身。          
“咱们回家吧.....”
我始终看不到她的正脸和表情，却依然可以感到她的怅然。
目送孤独的身影远去，一抹深灰色渐渐的融进熙熙攘攘色彩斑斓的人群中，我的心也不由得失落了起来.....

看到这里的朋友，希望大家有空和父母还有周围孤独的老人们说说话吧。

大家都有老去的时候，寂寞不可怕，可怕的是孤独。

 

 

2005年北京的大雪
我所见过的最完美的雪，我亲眼目睹了大地披上白纱的过程，同时也感受到了这快速消融的脆弱美丽。
城市中的雪就像夜晚的昙花一样，无声绽放后，在时间的繁华中静静逝去。
她们是否也害怕孤独呢？

 

送上一首曾经非常喜欢的电影《杀手里昂》的主题歌：

最受感动的是片尾一幕，小女孩把里昂的无根植物埋在土里，说了一句：现在你安全了。

音乐和字幕慢慢升起，眼泪却无声的倾泻下来。

Shape Of My Heart－Sting
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He don't play for respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape......the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Well, those who speak know nothin'
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape......the shape of my heart 

  

2004年北京的初雪，绚丽的绽放在难得清澈的天空下，但是，只一个上午，就消逝不见。