这些画面与当年的文字和想象重逢了。
它们没有离开，那一刻那一秒的气氛还在。
很多年前初中的时候，母亲开始在图书馆借了好多英文刊物，它们都是附上一个边读边听的cd. 看过Romeo and Juliet, The Scarlet Letter, Frankenstein, A Christmas Carol,Jane.Eyre等等。记忆已不再犹心，只能隐隐约约怀念那每个早晨或下午，把自己锁在宿舍办公室里然后坐在最靠近播音器的小沙发上，阳光从背面窗口随着微风照进心坎，白色的窗帘还在飘动，内心被这一篇篇这样的故事牵动，有时惊心，有时充满诗意，有时皱眉头去想象，有时跟着播放器里的小小storyteller一起朗诵，有时停顿呼吸，把句子重复地看上几遍。
如今这一连串的感觉让我无法容纳一个句号，它也为这个夜晚添上一种说不出的感伤。
当初在读简。爱的时候，无法完全深刻地领会里头带来的复杂情感，带来的那种自我尊重和保护，她为什么撕心裂肺狂野地奔跑和追求，他的爱的尊严，他们到最后惊醒的梦。虽然，虽然现在也没办法摸透。可是多年前完全凭空想象的每个画面，我将它们一点一点地烙印在脑海里，此刻美妙的是，把它用影片的方式回味，你会发觉自己其实离想象不远，你的内心愉快地说：“看吧看吧，没有错啊。你没看到你皱着眉头看影片吗？一样的诗情画意，一样的感受啊！”
You started with running,
running wild, without knowing where to stop.
You almost died,
but you remembered you were being loved,
love, that's in an imaginary world around us.
You began to smile,
you willingly struggle and you kissed.
You threw it away,
although it's tearing you pieces by pieces,
apart.
You were saved,
with all your heart be thankful and grateful,
but finding and recognizing this love,cannot be love.
You started with running,
running wild,
but this time you stopped,
paused,
awakening a dream in a blind man's hug.
Back to where you jumped off and thought you would never come back,
but turning back,
to where your heart truly lies.
