Archive for February, 2012

02/12/2012

低头思故乡?

和老外聊天。我介绍起中国人耳熟能详的《床前明月光》:A poet lied on a bed, err, probably in a hotel. It was evening. The moonlight came in. It was as white as frost. The poet lifted his head to look at the moon…

我一下子卡住了。我本来要接着说的是and then he thought about his hometown,可是,为什么诗人看见月亮就想起了家乡?

我一下子理不顺这其中因果关系,好在对方也没问。聊完天后,又想了想,还真是不知道。苏轼说千里共婵娟。可那本来就是中秋节作的吧。

或许,月亮和家乡并没有直接的因果关系?只是因为一个人了,晚上了,寂寞了,月光明亮,睡不着,便想家了。

作为一个现代人,待到晚上,要是没事,我只会上网看博客或小说或视频或和朋友聊天,把脑子占得满满的。既不望月,也不低头,那些细腻的情怀或思绪,统统不得其门而入呢。

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