复习的时候,一直开着音响反复大音量放Beatles的Norwegian Wood来
着.音箱里流泻出清新的木吉它的气味,混合着Beatles温和的嗓音----那并不是
带有抒情或其他意味的声音----而是,类似于述说故事一般平和的歌声.
I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me.
She showed me her room, isn't it good, norwegian wood?
She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere,
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair.
I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine.
We talked until two and then she said, "It's time for bed".
She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.
I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath.
And when I awoke I was alone, this bird had flown.
So I lit a fire, isn't it good, norwegian wood.
我走到书架边轻轻的取出村上的<<挪威的森林>>.感觉告诉我,得写下些什
么.关于Norwegian Wood,关于<<挪威的森林>>......
真正面对稿纸,却又无从下笔.因为无论是歌抑或小说,都以其独特的力量
连接着某个神秘而隐蔽的场所.我们对与它们背后所连接的世界正如看着夜幕中
小小的游萤.
我几次朝着夜幕伸出手去,指尖毫无所触,那小小的光点总是同指间保持着
一点不可触及的距离.
然后我便沉入"哪儿也到达不了"的深黑的悲哀中.
1965年的Beatles何苦要将Norwegian Wood吟唱个不停呢?以至于途经德国
的渡边回想起往昔恋人直子模糊的面影.
对于小说的内容,我不想多谈.看了很多遍,也忘了很多遍,然后再看,再忘,
如此周而复始.然而小说中字里行间流露出的哀伤的气氛却一次比一次愈发清晰,
愈发浓重.除却故事本身,那种忧伤的空气依然挥之不去.对于已然消逝的青春,任
凭是谁也都只能叹一口气,然后默默前行.至多回望两眼,继而继续上路.
渡边的青春并未终结在直子二十岁生日的那个晚上,也并非去了什么了不
得的地方.他的青春一直停留在一个故事里,留在了Beatles的Norwegian Wood中.
那里没有出口,他只能在那儿默默的坐着,哪里也到达不了.
......
就敲这么多吧,累了.
PS 一个月前写的东西
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