Otherland原乡砸诗群今天挨砸但我觉得不错的一首：《消音》

By Ouyang Yu
《消音》

                                                                                                By 朵而

一定有什么被触到了，这不像小时候看到秧田里一个明晃晃身体，随一闪到底的雷声，直直倒下去。也不会像被青蛇蛰过两口的九娟，在狗尾巴草盛开的尽头，一路疯跑。

我想肯定有些什么是被卡了，在某个不明显的地方，明里暗里不想让人发现，它们可以在记忆某根线上肆意冲突；打开就是拼杀，合上可以咬合，还用一个声音摁住另一个，不依不饶。

海水淡的时候冒出过一张灿烂的脸，他说来吧来吧，我看到真正的海在他身后翻滚，一层层急速递进的浪，跟他在陕西一个很陡的山坡上，骑过的马一样白。

再细看是另外一个人，一名真正的骑手，他有宽大的脚板，喜欢把海铺成毯子，他就躺在上面，一遍遍画一个森林，一头雄伟的狮子。那片很蓝的天空，去过陕西的那个人飞过，带着一个女人一起飞过，若干年之前。甚至就在另外一个蓝色国度，他们彼此擦肩而过。只是风不知道而已，风总是从这头落到那头，像一只轻轻落在枝头的鸟。

一定是有什么被弹到了，很用力的样子，或根本就是一张满弓。我开始怀疑树上每片叶子都是为了某种存在而预设的。就像季节，为了体现一种冷，将整个夏天拖入颓废的秋。

我还发现每个脚印都是暗号，从这条路上走过的人一定留下过线索，每个倒影就是一片岛屿，那里没有人，只有长长的栈桥，还有栈桥上变灰的啸声。

又一片雷鞭子一样抽下来，那些卡在半路的符号急急往回赶，一个挨着一个，像蝌蚪，为此，我泪流不止。

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