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去年某个时间写的。南方的某个地方,在一个雨天
Rain
Time clicks 12:00, mid night, outside the window, it is raining; inside the tiny study, his tears are pouring down uncontrollably. He shuts his eyes, but cannot prevent his tears from rolling down.
In a half sleep and half wake, he is no where close to come to a point at the least, but what he is facing is the worsening status of the gloomy mood. Loneliness has all of a sudden inhabited his mind and now it is in such a complete disheveled snarl that he seems to be engulfed by its insurgent waves of, worse still, he is not able to extricate himself out to the safe and placid place. In the darkness, no longer has he been imperturbable to the outside rains... he is lost in a profound wilderness of stygian darkness. It is so dark around him that he tries to stretch out his hands, but to clasp nothing at all. Then he opens his eyes, but he can catch sight of nothing. Under the dim light of a few faraway lights hanging overhead in the pitch-black streets, all that he can see is the path meandering ahead and petering out in the depth of the darkness, he finds him nowhere to go, imbued with fraught is his fragile heart! …
Twilight sees the rain is still dancing outside, dashing on the roofs, trees and roads; inside the study, he is saturated and drifted by the tears. Sobbed in his voice, he fumbles his cell phone, types in the morning greeting words, but he then deletes them, re-types in, deletes again…, then he ceases…
It is still raining cats and dogs outside, and he is still pouring tears…
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