記憶

于心越

當你看書時，每一次情緒波動，都化作一粒細沙，從天上飛下，落在腦海里的一個島上。當你合起書時，一縷清風吹來，輕輕地，輕輕地吹來——每一縷風，都會帶走一些輕一點的沙。記憶是有分量的。風吹不走的沙，都摟著一絲絲回憶。

W hen you read， every touch of emotion floats down from the sky as grains of sand1 onto an island in the sea of thought.

When you close the book， breeze dances by， swiftly and softly， taking some of the lighter sand with every step.

Memories have weight. Looking closer at the remaining sand， crystals of memories shine in the warm sun， snuggled2 comfortably in their shells.

Time passes by. The sand gets lighter and lighter as the memories erode3. Slowly， answering to the call of the dancing breeze， it comes up to the surface， jumping， floating， and 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.

It lingers—but only lingers. When you age and death comes near， the breeze turns into strong wind， slashing4 and laughing； fog slowly thickens， blurring and covering. With the sunrays unable to reach the sand， the cold temperature urges the storm on， tearing the island into pieces. Some of the sand gets lost in the void5， while the left is to be taken away with the soul on its next journey.

Every night， running along the soft beach， I scoop up6 handfuls of sand， watching the grains drifting down back to the silvery coastline， and waiting for the islands first ray of sunshine.

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 stars7 under the moonlight. I sit down—

“Oh， shooting stars—where has all the sand drifted to？”

“Maybe to the moon.” I think， smiling.

The sun rises steadily， casting hues around as it moves. The waves on the horizon dance， reflecting rays of light on the coastline. Watching this， I lie down， and close my eyes.

The warm breeze blows softly， bringing sleepiness back to the beach， calling to the grains of sand of my memories， blowing them onto my body， and weaving them into dreams.

The sun rises up to the sky， greeting the island and the wind， and bringing warmth into the world.

It is the happiest moment of my life.

1. grain of sand： 沙粒。

2. snuggle：（讓人看起來舒服地）位于，坐落在。

3. erode： 被侵蝕，受到破壞。

4. slash： 猛削，猛砍。

5. void： 空處，空間。

6. scoop up： 挖出，舀出。

7. shooting star： 流星雨。