《江湖客》拒群

生命的原汁

个人日记

谁的眼前都放着一杯水。
                                                                                  那是真正源自洌洌山泉的水，
                                                                                  含着山的赤诚，
                                                                                  流着泉的激情，
                                                                                  映着天的纯净。
                                                                                  那水，
                                                                                 是我们生命的原汁。
                                                                                  好多时候，
                                                                                  我们为着各种各样的渴望，
                                                                                  和五花八门的需求，
                                                                                  在杯里的原汁中，
                                                                                  掺入了形形色色混混沌沌的杂质，
                                                                                  让自己合乎别人的口味。
                                                                                  好多时候，
                                                                                  甚至在我们没有渴望、
                                                                                  毫无知觉的时候，
                                                                                  一双双神圣而满载善意的手，
                                                                                  颤微微地端起了我们，
                                                                                  审视、咂嘴、摇头、啜饮。
                                                                                  从他们敞开的胸襟里，
                                                                                  掏出一些什么放进我们的杯子。
                                                                                  痴情地关注，
                                                                                  默默地咂品、放下。
                                                                                  叹着气走开，
                                                                                  或者微笑着离去。
                                                                                  而麻木的我们，
                                                                                  却美其名曰曰：适应。
                                                                                  虔诚地把后者誉之名曰：塑造。
                                                                                  生命，原本纯净而真实，
                                                                                  不得不在这人为的适应与塑造中异化、扭曲。
                                                                                   此刻，当我们卸去一切的伪装，
                                                                                   于清风朗月下用自然的大镜观照自己，
                                                                                   心中便只有一个滋味：苦。
                                                                                    一个伪装的生命究竟能存几时？
                                                                                   一个孤苦的生命究竟能走多远？
                                                                                   我是活脱脱地来的，
                                                                                    没有一丝羞怯。
                                                                                    喜欢蓝天白云丽日和风，
                                                                                    就让丽日和风沐浴生命，
                                                                                    就让蓝天白云拂拭心灵；
                                                                                    憎恶阴霾迷雾淫雨狂飚，
                                                                                    把阴霾迷雾一把撕烂，
                                                                                    抛在脑后，
                                                                                    把淫雨狂飚捏碎了，
                                                                                    丟在脚下。
                                                                                    喜欢就是喜欢，
                                                                                    憎恶就是憎恶，
                                                                                     对了错了都是我自己的真实选择！
                                                                                     疲惫了，就流一回伤心的泪，
                                                                                      就唱一首悲哀的歌，
                                                                                      别在乎别人说你软弱；
                                                                                      高兴了，就跳一段强劲的舞，
                                                                                      发一阵少年的狂，
                                                                                      别在乎别人说你不成熟，
                                                                                      我就是一个平常人，
                                                                                      拥有一颗平常心。
                                                                                      只有这时，世界才恢复本来面目，
                                                                                      人类才苏醒了沉醉的记忆，
                                                                                      生命，才焕发出葳蕤的生机！
                                                                                      啜饮自己的生命原汁吧，
                                                                                      你，我，他！
                                                                                         
                                                                            

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