Wednesday, April 11, 2012

成长的痛

          “你做了什么?”

          望着那双愤怒的眼睛,高分贝的责备,让我惊讶地说不出话来。

          “你到底做了什么?”声调凶巴巴得似乎要杀人,但我仍然不知自己犯了什么滔天大罪。

          “我真的对你很失望!”气冲冲地把门一甩,脚步蹬蹬地下楼,再传来甩车门的声音,而后车子发动,疾声向马路奔驰而去。

          我愣住在那里,对着突然、无厘头的一切,一时反应不过来。天啊!我到底做错了什么?没头没脑的,我真的不知发生了什么啊!

          然而,委屈的泪却不争气的涌了上来,我没阻止它奔流,也许,此时唯一能做的就只有万般委屈地痛哭一场吧。

不知过了多久,一封简讯传了过来:“为什么一开始就知道真相,却不告诉我?为什么选择隐瞒我,让我陷入这份痛苦的感情?为什么不阻止我?”

我真的不知该如何回应。

当时的你,是那么热切地投入这份感情;当时的你,世界里除了她,已看不见周围的人事,我要如何告诉你这只是假象?我又如何告诉你,你只不过是另一个被牵着鼻子、玩在掌中的傻瓜?

你是不会相信的,真的,你不会。

你看到的只是她的美丽与温柔,你听到的也只是令你神魂颠倒、铃似的声音;你又怎么可能相信天使般的她,背地里却是魔鬼般的恐怖?

不,你不会相信。所以,我没说。

我只有选择隐瞒,也不得不隐瞒,以便哪一天你自己发现天崩地裂的真相,那样你才会相信,原来这个世界是那么的不美丽。当那虚拟的世界消失时,留下的只有悲愤,被骗的悲愤 - - - 善意的、恶意的,都是让你成长的悲愤与谎言。
 
而今,你向我咆哮,我只能无言以对。换着是我,也许也会对你咆哮,毕竟太伤人心了。连我都不能坦白,这个世界还有几个人可以信任啊?

对不起,我不能。尤其是牵涉感情问题,我更不能。跟你说了,你不会相信;隐瞒了,最后被轰炸,总之,两头不讨好,而我却选择被轰炸。我不知道这样的选择对不对,只觉得这样的结论似乎对你的成长有所帮助吧。

人生的路上,有些事是要经历伤痛才能成长,不是他人能指点就可以纠正过来,忠言逆耳啊!

我知道你会很气很气,也许好长一段时间你不会对我理睬,我唯有接受了。但是,儿子!跌倒了就站起来,可能前方还会让你跌倒好几次,唯有一次比一次坚强,开出来的花才是最芬芳!

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

删除


删除了,竟然会那么不小心把那么重要的祝福删除了。。。

          她一时回不过神来,呆呆地说不出话。良久,一股痛心的无奈涌上来,泪,在打滚。天哪!那是两年来小心翼翼地保存的祝福,那是深夜人静,凝望着夜空时,唯一能给予一些安慰的祝福。

          她曾经那么认为,这些祝福将一辈子隐藏在心扉某个角落,在她落寞时,可以带来一丝的温暖,让她继续在孤独的路上有走下去的力量。

而今,一切却在一弹指之间消失了,永远永远都无法挽救回来。除了她自己,真的没人能理解几句祝福对她而言是何等的重要。就像是那一根牵着风筝的线,要牢牢地捉紧,稍微不小心,风筝就随风飘走了,带走了一切的关爱,留下无尽的惆怅。

有许多的过去,她是那么渴望能永远从生命中删除,偏偏无论多么努力都无法连根拔起。往往过了许久,往往当她以为已经被删除了时,那段刺痛却是阴魂不散地跳出来,提醒着她今生今世是被困住了。

这个时候,她无助地祈求变得失忆,把自己这一辈子快乐的、悲痛的统统来个洗涤,从头到尾、彻彻底底地删除了,化着一缕青烟,随着清风袅袅飘散。

然而,无数个夜晚的无眠后,她却发现她要删除的还是留下来了。她真的像是一只被困的野兽,拖着伤痕累累的身躯无法跳出陷阱吗?她真的就这么慢慢地被折磨致死吗?

没人能告诉她,因为那是一本没字的天书,只有等到哪一天她真正必须离开尘世时才能给她一个答案,即便是一个让她含憾的答案。

于是,当真诚的祝福变成生命的力量时,即便是一句、两句,就彷如是细胞所需要的氧气,牢牢地捉住不可释放。于是,她努力地珍藏着这些祝福,告诉自己这是永不可删除的记忆。唯有留住这些祝福和回忆,她的人生遗憾中仍然有那么一丝值得留恋的过去。

她放下手机,凄然笑了,眼眶却是润湿的。窗外细雨绵绵,窗内尽是一片落寞与惆怅。。。。。

TREASURED MOMENTS


“Wanna a drink?”
I smiled. “Sure! Same old place?”
“Ok.”
          These are happy moments of life, just a drink together is enough to ease the burdens weighting on the fragile shoulders. Maybe someone may ask: what is the joy of just a drink?
          Well, they may not have the feel or appreciate it but to me, it is a great comfort to sit with somebody who is able to share your worries and chat about almost everything: old times, current affairs and even dreams that seem too fantastic.
          I gazed at him as we stirred our drinks. He felt my gaze and lifted his brows. That the way he would ask in silence, “So what’s that worries you these days?”
          Words were unsaid but we understood each other with just a gaze, a shrug of the shoulders or a sigh which meant – that’s life! Following a smile that was a mixture of bitterness and comfort, I sipped my drink in silence for some time.
          “You do look tired and worn out,” he remarked suddenly.
          “Oh?” I looked up, a bit surprised.
          “Try to take a break whenever you can. You really need to take care of yourself.”
          I took a deep breath. Deep in my heart, emotions were churning round and round and I felt a burning sensation in my eyes.
          “I will, thanks.” I tried to beam back, pretending that I was perfectly fit as a fiddle.
          “I know days have been harsh with you without me, but I can’t help it. I just need a turn in life, some direction that will lead me to where I should actually belong to.”
          I beamed again.
          “Thanks for all the support through my blues, yet I just walked out, leaving you behind. Sometimes I do feel guilty to do so as I know that you will be quite desperate, with no one to lean to. You are the type who will go on no matter how harsh life is with you. ”
          “So?” I raised my brows as he did. Actually I found that it was a good way to pass a message unspoken , yet understood.
          He smiled and shrugged his shoulders, “Just want you to know that I care, really.”
          “I know - all the time. Or else, there won’t be teas together, right?”
          “Haha, that’s you!”
          “I do appreciate what you have done for me too. Sometimes I feel that it’s that spiritual support that has dragged me on. No matter what, life has to go on, regardless of the pain that lies in the dark, waiting to pierce the heart. ”
          “Sometimes, I really think it this way - only if there is a way for you to walk out. You don’t deserve to suffer all these…….” he trailed off.
          I sighed, a long, not-knowing-what-to-say sigh. Then I remembered something as I looked at him, “Well, it seems you have not sighed for a long time, right?  Since you left us, you must not have sighed again. And you don’t need that anymore.”
          He raised his brows again, gazed at me for some time and then smiled. “Ha, I don’t know. Too busy to realize it.”
          I stirred the ice cubes, making them clink.
          He used to sigh endlessly as he busied himself with the unending duties and we used to copy his sighs. He would protest it was his registered trade mark and that we should not ‘use’ it without his permission!
          He had been so unhappy and had been wanting to make a turn, yet could not bear to leave us behind. It was hard to make his final choice but now I knew he had made the right one. No more sighs and he seemed so contented with his new working environment. What else could I do but bless him all along?
          “Why are you suddenly so silent?”
          I looked up and remarked, “Thinking about things…..”
          “Oh?”
          “Lots…. The past, the present but definitely not the future…..” I shrugged my shoulders.
          His eyes ran over me as I tried to put on my best smile. Deep in my heart, I just knew it was as insincere as most of my beams. He knew it too but he did not say anything. These were the moments which no words need to be spoken, yet a strong bond was there, though invisible.
          “I need to make a move.”
           “Okay,” I held out my hand.
          “Tea again?”
           “Sure!” I smiled as I felt the tight grasp. “Any time you can make it.”
          “Keep in touch and,” he winked at me, “take care. I mean it seriously.”
          I beamed back - a sincere beam and I just knew that he felt it the same way.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

心痛的离别


痛,真的很痛。

我一直很努力抑制自己,很努力不让热泪决堤,但它却转道从鼻腔流了出来。

唯有转身,不想让你看到那不争气的泪。也唯有转身,才能避开你的眼神,其实你何尝不是努力抑制自己?

很久以前就知道你会走,很久以前你就告诉过我,你不会留下。终有那么一天,一定会离开,不再为自己制造留下的借口。

我不能说什么,即使那么不希望你走,也无法留着你,无法忍心拴住你那双欲翱翔参天的翅膀。

痛,因为你要我为你守住一个承诺,直到最后一刻却是放开手,无法留住你,望着你离去。痛,也因为那段煎熬的日子里,强硬欢颜地面对你,伪装着这一刻永远不会到来,永远不需那么折磨地欺骗自己,会勇敢地面对你离去的一刻,绝不掉下一颗泪。

然而,泪还是不争气地决堤,一串串地滚落脸颊,看不清路上来往的车辆,恨不得停下车子好好、狠狠地哭一场。也许,那样做很傻很傻,然而也许可以洗涤压抑已久的悲愤。。。。。

回到家,我唯有迷失在哀怨的音乐及歌声中,不知道此刻的你是否如此悲痛?但我知道这离去对你而言何尝不是煎熬?一再的矛盾,放弃了一个又一个机会,需要莫大的勇气才能狠下心转身离去。

一声又一声的叹息,那么地无奈,眼神流露的不舍让我虚心地逃避,唯有以一个同样无奈及夸张的哈哈带过,仿佛告诉你我是那么满不在乎。

但天知道,我们都是那么在乎!那简单的所谓欢送会,老大哽咽的演说,就是我们在乎你的表示,不是吗?

虽然我曾说过,无论天涯海角,我们其实都还在一起,你知道,我知道,老大也知道。然而转换人生跑道后,能相聚将逐渐变得是那么遥远的事,那杯杂果冰也将慢慢地变成模糊的回忆。。。。。


Wednesday, February 15, 2012

新春随笔


()没舞狮的新年
          “哈罗!”
         
原本以为大年初一早上总算可以好好赖床,却被一连串的电话吵醒。睁开迷蒙的睡眼,在床头摸索了一阵子才能找到手机,回应:“喂?那一位啊?”

          “新年快乐!新年发财!老师!今天你的狮队回到哪里拜年?”

          我即刻惊醒,哦!逃避不了了,唯有深呼吸一下,为一连串的解释做准备。“对不起啊,今年狮队没有向各位拜年了。”

          “哈?为什么?”

          “大家太累了,年关来得太快,没时间准备。。。”

          “我还以为邀请你过来一趟。”

          “真是对不起!”只差没看见我几乎要弯腰鞠躬谢罪。

          这样的电话与信息把我的睡意全部吓跑了,仍然躺在床上的我,一声声的叹息,无限的感慨与内疚。

          内疚,因为愧对于许多支持我和学校的热心人士。成立狮团七年来,当大家开始意识到有这么一个狮团的存在,并想趁佳节的到来,为表示热烈支持而邀请狮团过去贺年时,我却连声的对不起婉拒了他们的请求。

          回想过去那一段日子,日晒雨淋,一伙儿不怕千辛万苦,唯有真正参与与付出,才能体会其中的酸甜苦辣,了解所谓一分耕耘一分收获背后所含的艰难与血汗。

          没想到,当初满怀热忱成立了狮团,如今却因种种的原因而告暂停,但谁也不知道这一停,是否还有重出江湖的一天。那种感慨不是任何人能比我更深切的体会,就像一个母亲满怀期待,经过万般呵护,十月怀胎才能看到自己的结晶,那种喜悦是无法言喻的。再经过大家的爱戴才能慢慢地迈着蹒跚的脚步,来不及豪放地奔跑就告夭折了。试问,那痛又岂是一般人能真正体会的?

          若问我,于心何忍亲自把才含苞待放的花蕾摘采,我真的无言,因为我无从控诉背后的悲愤!而今,唯一能做的,就是一声又一声的对不起,再找个最烂的理由来自圆其说。说实的,除此以外,我还能做些什么?


()拜年
          “咦?是你?真的是你啊?”

          大年初一随着家人去拜年,这对白也重复了好几次。

          “是我没错!”我只好傻笑。

          “你好像很多年没来了!”

          “是啊,大概七年了。”

          “哈哈,那你今天要把欠着的一次喝完吃完,起码要干七杯!

          真的是哭笑不得,虽然没喝完七杯,却也干了三四杯吧。结果一天下来,我就投降了,年初二起乖乖地找借口躲在家里。

          说真的,也难怪他们。七年了,整整七年了,当大家穿新衣忙着互相贺年时,我却是以另一种方式,拉着大队,敲锣打鼓去拜年。不论风吹雨打,从太阳升东至满天星斗陪着挂在月空的月牙,年初一至年初七,七年来都是这样子过的。 每天收拾完毕回到家,已经是精疲力尽,更是该准备休息,继续为次日奋斗的时刻,还能私下向谁拜年啊?

          每次回到家,就就听到家人跟我呈报某某又某某来过,或是某某又某某要我去拜年,真是感慨!最令我感慨万千的是,等到我总算有时间和家人团聚过新年时,我却失去了许多,因为老爸的离去是再也不能拟补的缺憾!

          回想舞狮的前三年,每天拖着疲惫的身心回到家,老爸即刻到厨房拿出碗筷,催促着多吃点,那是无人能体会的心痛。虽然刚吃过晚餐才回来,也不忍心拒绝。于是一老一中一少,我和二女儿陪着她公公品尝着佳肴,谈着一天下来在外的奋斗史,而老爸则心痛地看着我俩如何变成黑漆漆般的非洲人。

          大女儿则向家里的人控诉:“我一年才能回来一次,主要就是为了见老妈一眼,和她聚一聚,天知道大年初一一早我还没醒来,老妈就离家忙到天黑还不回来!等我醒来,只看到床头那封红包,其实我要的不是这样!”

          结果,每年初二她回去西马时,我这个老妈子都没送过机,也没对她说过任何一句叮咛,只好怀着无法言喻的心情离开了。临起飞前,她传个信息给我:“要起飞了。”

          而我这么回复:“好的,保重!”

          今年看到我没去舞狮,她很惊讶。那天送到机场,临下车时,她说:“明年你早点让我知道你的行程,如果能,我就多留几天,初三或初四才回去!”

          我深呼吸了几下,很努力地点头,心里的话却没法说出:“对不起,真的。接下来,我会争取这样相聚的机会,因为我不想失去更多无法拟补的缺憾。。。。。”


()元宵节
          转眼是元宵节。

          老爸生前定下星期日是家庭聚会的日子,每一个星期日都是热热闹闹中度过。于是就选择大家回来的日子,提早一天庆祝元宵节。即便是如此,这个元宵节还是因为工作和返校读书的关系少了多个成员。

          元宵节晚间四周都是噼里啪啦的鞭炮和烟花声,彼起此落。

          “十五了,还有那么多鞭炮可放吗?”三嫂说。

          “今天是过年的最后一天,当然要尽情燃放,不然要再等一年了。再不然也要等到端午节,那些特地保留一些鞭炮的家户才有的燃放了。”我回应。

          “说的也是,时间真快,年就这样过了。”姑姑应和着。

          无论你愿意不愿意,岁月就这样悄悄地来,也悄悄地流逝了。孩子们一个又一个长大,一年又一年离开到外边升学或工作的也越来越多了。算算再过三年,这个大家族就只剩下几个白发苍苍的兄弟姐妹及他们的配偶了。偌大的一间祖屋将变成个乐龄的聚会中心,人生嘘唏何其多!