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时间的入口
2018-03-21 03:29 作者:吉狄马加 来源:《中国民族》杂志


                                                                     有诗人写过这样的诗句:

                                                                      ——时间开始了!   

                                                                     其实时间从未有过开始,
                                                                     当然也从未有过结束。
                                                                     因为时间的铁锤,无论
                                                                     在宇宙深邃隐秘的穹顶,
                                                                     还是在一粒微尘的心脏,
                                                                     它的手臂,都在不停地摆动,
                                                                     它永不疲倦,那精准的节奏,
                                                                     敲击着未来巨大的鼓面。
                                                                     时间就矗立我们的面前,
                                                                     或许它已经站在了头顶,
                                                                     尽管无色、无味、无形,
                                                                     可我们仍然能听见它的回声。
                                                                     那持续不断地每一次敲击,
                                                                     都涌动着恒久未知的光芒。
                                                                     时间不是一条线性的针孔,
                                                                     它如果是——也只能是
                                                                     一片没有边际浮悬的大海。
                                                                    有时候,时间是坚硬的,
                                                                    就好像那发着亮光的金属,
                                                                    因此──我们才执着地相信,
                                                                    只有时间,也只能是时间,
                                                                    才能为一切不朽的事物命名。
                                                                    有时候,时间也是柔软的,
                                                                    那三色的马鞍,等待着骑手,
                                                                    可它选择的方向和速度,
                                                                    却谁也无法将它改变。


                                                                    但是今天,作为一个诗人,
                                                                    我要告诉你们,时间的入口
                                                                    已经被打开,那灿烂的星群
                                                                    就闪烁在辽阔无垠的天际。
                                                                    虽然我们掌握不了时间的命运,
                                                                    也不可能让它放慢向前的步伐,
                                                                    但我们却能爬上时间的阶梯,
                                                                    站在人类新世纪高塔的顶部,
                                                                    像一只真正醒来吼叫的雄狮,
                                                                    以风的姿态抖动红色的鬃毛。
                                                                    虽然我们不能垄断时间,
                                                                    就如同阳光和自由的空气,
                                                                   它既属于我们,又属于
                                                                   这个星球上所有的生命。
                                                                   我们知道时间的珍贵,
                                                                   那是因为我们浪费过时间,
                                                                   那是因为我们曾经——
                                                                   错失过时间给我们的机遇,
                                                                  所以我们才这样告诉自己,
                                                                  也告诉别人:时间就是生命。
                                                                  对于时间,我们就是骑手,
                                                                  我们只能勇敢地骑上马背,
                                                                  与时间赛跑,在这个需要
                                                                  英雄的时代,我们就是英雄。
                                                                  时间的入口已经被打开,
                                                                  东方这片古老土地上的子孙,
                                                                  已经列队集合在了一起。


                                                                  是的,我们将再一次出发,
                                                                  迎风飘动着的,仍然是那面旗帜,
                                                                  它经历过血与火的洗礼,
                                                                  但留在上面的弹孔,直到今天
                                                                  都像沉默的眼睛,在审视着
                                                                  旗帜下的每一个灵魂。
                                                                  如果这面旗帜改变了颜色,
                                                                  或者它在我们的手中坠落在地,
                                                                  那都将是无法原谅的罪过。
                                                                  我们将再次出发,一个
                                                                  创造过奇迹的巨人,必将在
                                                                  世界的注目中再次成为奇迹。
                                                                  因为我们今天进行的创造,
                                                                  是前人从未从事过的事业,
                                                                  我们的胜利,就是人类的胜利,
                                                                  我们的梦想,并非乌托邦的
                                                                  想象,它必将引领我们——
                                                                  最终进入那光辉的城池。
                                                                  我们将再次出发,吹号者
                                                                  就站在这个队伍的最前列,
                                                                  吹号者眺望着未来,自信的目光
                                                                  越过了群山、森林、河流和大地,
                                                                  他激越的吹奏将感动每一个心灵。
                                                                  他用坚定的意志、勇气和思想,
                                                                  向一个穿越了五千年文明的民族,
                                                                  吹响了新时代──前进的号角,
                                                                  吹响了新时代──前进的号角!


                                                       (吉狄马加,彝族,系中国作协副主席、诗人)

 

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