校园诗画 | 于心越Linda Yu：回忆Memories
记忆是有分量的 | 第15期
By Linda Yu
When you read, every touch of emotion floats down from the sky as grains of sand onto an island in the sea of thought.
When you close the book, breezes dance by, swiftly, softly, taking some of the lighter sand with every step.
Memories have weight. Looking closer at the remaining sand, crystals of memory shine in the warm sun, snuggled comfortably in its shell.
Time passes by. The sand gets lighter and lighter as the memories erode. Slowly, answering to the call of the dancing breeze, they come up to the surface, jumping, floating, flying towards the horizon. But in the heart of the island, some of the sand forever bears weight, never to drift away along with its companions, forever lingering, telling its story.
The grains linger --but they only linger. When you age and death comes near, the breezes turn into strong winds, slashing, laughing; fog slowly thickens, blurring, covering. With the sun’s rays unable to reach the sand, the cold urges the storm on, tearing the island into pieces. Some of the sand gets lost in the void, while others are to be taken away with the soul on its next journey.
Every night, running along the soft beach, I scoop up handfuls of sand, watching the grains drifting down back to the silvery shore, waiting for the island’s first silvers of sunlight.
Oh, the bright light of the sun--As the sunrays glow in the east, I turn my head, my thought still lingering on the shooting stars under the moonlight. I sit down--
“Oh, shooting stars--where has all the sand drifted to?”
“Maybe to the moon.” I thought, smiling.
The sun rises steadily, casting hues around as it goes. The waves in the horizon dance, reflecting rays of light towards the shore. Watching this, I lie down, closing my eyes.
The warm breezes blow softly, bringing sleepiness back to the beach, calling to the grains of sand--my memories, blowing them onto my body, shifting, reshaping, weaving them into dreams.
The sun creeps up the sky, greeting the island and the wind, bringing warmth into the world.
Lying in the warm sand are the happiest moments of my life.
《回忆》
初一·1班 于心越
当你看书时，每一次情绪波动，都化作一粒细沙，从天上飞下，落在脑海里的一个岛上。
当你合起书时，一缕清风吹来，轻轻地，轻轻地吹来——每一缕风，都会带走一些轻一点的沙。
记忆是有分量的。风吹不走的沙，都搂着一丝丝回忆。
时光流逝，随着记忆越来越淡，沙也越来越轻。慢慢的，那些新的轻沙也被微风吹走了，但总有一些沙，分量永不变轻的它们，将不被吹走，一直停留在这个岛上。
但仅仅是停留而已。当你老去，死去的脑海将被灰暗吞噬，伴着狂风，卷走了所有回忆。一些沙在狂风中迷失，还有一些，落入了永恒的心海。
每天晚上，我跑在这洁白的沙滩上，时不时捧起一把沙，感受着它从手缝中流过，等待着这岛上即将迎来的第一缕光。
是啊，第一缕光——看着一边天中的太阳升起，我转过头去，留恋着另一边月光下的流星雨。于是我坐下——
“流星雨啊，能否告诉我，那些被吹走的沙都去哪里了？”
“也许是去月亮上吧，”我就这么想着。
太阳缓缓上升，一丝丝光从远处迎来。我看着这反射着曙光的海水，缓缓躺下。我闭上眼。
睡意伴着海风吹来。他呼唤着回忆之沙，将他们吹在我身上，不断组合着，形成一个个梦。
曙光伴着微风——此时的我，一点也不冷。
躺在温暖的回忆之沙里，是我最幸福的时光。
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