第十七章难舍难弃(1/7)

我梦见，她坐在我的床头，纤纤素手轻柔地抚弄我的头发，那爱抚像是在弹拨美妙的乐曲。我望着她的脸庞，双眸泪光闪闪，难言的隐痛将我惊醒。
                                                                                                                                                                ―――――――泰戈尔《爱者之贻》当意识再次重现，我发现自己正被快速的推着前行；我不能确定自己是否是躺着，因为我不能感觉到脑部以下的躯壳；周围白影憧憧，声音有些朦胧的糟杂。
                                                                                                                                                                “不要告诉我父亲！”
                                                                                                                                                                当我费力地透过氧气罩，说完这句话之后，一阵倦怠再次将我席卷。
                                                                                                                                                                周围很寂静。寂静得让我恐惧。
                                                                                                                                                                原本我是这样害怕寂寞啊。
                                                                                                                                                                我高声地叫喊，我高声地呼唤，没有人回应。
                                                                                                                                                                甚至连回音都没有。
                                                                                                                                                                我拼命地向前狂奔，我记得我能够跑得飞快，可事实上我却像是在泥沼中跋涉。
                                                                                                                                                                终于到得了坚实的土地，刚想欢呼，朦胧中却有一团白雾飘来，让我看不见前方的路。
                                                                                                                                                                
                           

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