時間斷想

Consioeration of Time

Sitting in the obscure pub， I sipped tea slowly， and listened to the familiar love songs unmindfully. Hot steams rose from a small aluminum pot which is on the counter in soft light. The boss was a young lady， who was carefully stirring the pot with a spoon， as if she could see the milk-white papaw or almond flavor tea with milk is boiling happily， causing strings of charming foams.

Tea with ice was like stagnant time， taking on pure white color of peace. Had the time stagnated， or had it glided away with the water drops which were sliding along my fingertip? Blue wooden tables， lonely lights and silent cups all existed for me. At least the moment I leisurely lay on the sofa， they were branded with my feelings. They stayed in my eyes. They were weaving a cradle for me to put my sensations in .I thought， I existed， so did everything.

A couple of lovers were sitting beside me， leaning against each other and whispering softly. Everything in the room contributed to a romantic atmosphere. Were they telling how much they loved each other， or just sharing the sweet tea with milk?

Tow guests were playing chess in the next room on a wooden table in the dazzling light， with full drink cups waiting.

Some pretty girls were chatting and laughing. The wooden table squeaked， and the cups jumped.

Time flowed in a parallel way. Today， I could be anyone of them. Happiness and sadness went through my body like time went through this city. I kept jumping from one parallel line to another and extended with them.

The sun was setting.I sat in this small pub in sunshine.I decided to leave at once. Compared with my stay， the pub was a permanent line. I was about to jump to another line. At the same time， other people were changing positions from lines to lines. Unemployed men would get a job tomorrow; the World Trade Center would become a ruin tomorrow; human being， perhaps， would be destroyed tomorrow morning. But I ， was only a tiny beetle in ginant Amazon. I didn’t know who was the other’s guest: time， world or me.

I pushed the door open， and hot air swept me. I knew the sun would raise everyday. Tasting the milk on my lip， I must go home immediately.

時間斷想

坐在酒吧昏暗的內(nèi)室里，慢慢地吸一口加冰的珍珠奶茶，漫不經(jīng)心地聽著熟悉的情歌，酒滿燈光的吧臺上小鋁鍋升起淡淡的白氣。店主是位年輕的小姐，她小心地一勺一勺攪著鍋里的團團水霧，仿佛能看到乳白色的木瓜或是可仁味奶茶在歡快地翻騰，擠出一串串迷人的泡沫。

加冰的珍珠奶茶如同停滯的時間，呈現(xiàn)寧靜的純白色。在我面前，時間癡癡地凝固了，還是從我指尖劃過的水滴中悄悄流走了？小店里憂郁的木桌，孤獨的燈盞，沉默的杯盤，都為我所存在，至少是當(dāng)我悠閑地靠在沙發(fā)上的一刻，它們被印上我的思緒，它們靜靜呆在我的眼睛里，它們……只是正為我編織一個盛放心情的搖籃。我思，故我在，故一切在。

一對情侶坐在隔壁，他們依靠著對方纏綿竊語。浪漫的木桌，柔和的燈盞，快樂的杯盤……它們是在互相傾吐思念嗎，還是特意來享用這份加滿甜蜜與純真的白色珍珠奶茶？

外室有兩個客人在下棋。矜持的木桌，耀眼的燈盞，守望的杯盤。

還有幾個漂亮女孩在細(xì)聲談笑。吱吱作響的木桌，恣意的燈盞，盡情的杯盤。

時間是平行流動的，此刻我只能是我自己。明天我卻可以是他們之中的任意一個。歡喜悲傷，過客匆匆，它們像時間流過這個城市一樣流過我的身體。我不斷跳躍在時間的平行線間，跟隨它延伸。

太陽在落山，我坐在夕陽下的小店里。下一秒，我準(zhǔn)備離開。小店相對于我的停駐是個永恒的線，我即將滑到另一條平行線上去，與此同時，有各種各樣的人也在各種各樣的平行線間調(diào)換著位置。