“So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, and all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all the rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty.”

― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

五月末再小记

又要毕业了。又要错过一次毕业典礼。曲终收拨当心画，四弦一声如裂帛。这个时候往往会语塞。没有太多可以假设，命运也许只能由命运自己来解释。一路走来的伙计们，无论将来身在何处，都要各自保重！

小记

不知从什么时候开始，渐渐觉得生活不再适合用一篇一篇的文章来记录。也许是现世太过安稳岁月过于静好的缘故，即便正襟想要码字，也是寥寥数行便不知该写些什么。回头看看几年前写下的文章却每每心情大好，发现零八零九年那时的自己，虽然时常苦闷，也不免有些矫情，却总是能够心平气和地码出字来。

还清楚地记得香港的夏夜在房间里开着窗背对着陈咪咪思索万千的场景，一转眼大学毕业便已半年多了。这四年没有办法用三言两语说完。若要回想一二，消防通道算是一个有意思的地方。自打不知何时发现消防通道的安全门推开也不会有警铃之后，三更半夜吃饱喝足后便多了一个去处。男生楼层的通道楼梯上总是掉满了烟头，说明了寂寞的也不止我们几个。这是一个比厕所更适合抽烟和扯蛋的地方，算是露天，扑面有春风对面有高楼，因此在陈咪咪和蛋蛋把买红酒喝作为日常之前，还是有不少时间是自愿或被反锁在消防通道里打发过去的。小昊哥时不时也会来坐，当然免不了带来Double D一学期七门课的苦逼气息。这会儿大家都不常能聚在一起了。

来村里也有快半年了。课业很多，却意外地让我很乐在其中。多半的日子是通勤于学校和家之间。罗村是一个小城市，节奏不快，冬天会下起很大的雪，室内倒是挺温暖，因此也不觉得有何不适。但终究还是挂念香港的，所以毕业还是打算回去。不必再如一年半载前那般为是否要在一个不感兴趣的行业工作而纠结，便开始憧憬起下半年真正开始工作的日子。意淫总是前进最好的动力，不管怎样，都希望能一直在路上。

Twentysomething

Our world will never be as perfect as it was when we were still eighteen. But we can always have the belief that every sad story will have its end. That's the reward for our love and patience.

Location:Yuk Choi Rd,,Hong Kong

Quotes

"As you grow old, you learn more. If you stayed at twenty-two, you'd always be as ignorant as you were at twenty-two. Aging is not just decay, you know. It's growth. It's more than the negative that you're going to die, its also the positive that you understand you're going to die, and that you live a better life because of it."

------ P118, Tuesdays with Morrie - Mitch Albom

Songbird

回到香港了。最近在备考，总是觉得时间不够用，又总是能不知不觉浪费很多时间。这几年大抵也都是这样的状态。最后一年了，过去的三年有得也好有失也好总算活的挺真实，回想起来每一件事每一个朋友都好像会生机勃勃的出现在面前。前一阵在家的时候塞了那张Oasis的精选集在车里，每天都会按出CD 1的第7首歌反复听着，叫Songbird，前奏响起就总是会有种说不出的感觉，脑袋里总是会闪过各种画面。努力思索着词汇想表达出来，可是就是怎么也没办法形容。只是一遍一遍的放，没办法停下来，似乎已经不是在听歌，而是在听自己的回音。罢了，不如你们都去听听，每个人故事不同，想必理解也不同。

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