繁星满天

by 儿歌 2004-5-20

小时候我最爱星空。妈妈说那是因为我出生在半夜。在夏天的晚上，我会躺在葡萄架下，数着星星就进入了梦乡。每次姐姐抱我回屋的时候，半梦半醒的我总能听到她对我说：“黑夜给了你黑的眼睛，你用它来寻找天上的星。” 　

长大了之后，一直想写一篇关于星空的文章。只是每次提起笔来，都不知从何下手。对自己推托说，现在太忙，等到有了闲瑕的时候再说吧。却不想闲瑕就像是口渴时远处树上的梅子，总是可望不可及的。于是在岁月悄悄爬上额头的一个个明日复明日里，儿时那曾经无比清晰的夜空，在眼前变的渐渐模糊，仿佛要淡入尘封的记忆里去。。。

直到今夜。。。今夜，当疲惫的我坐在抛锚于高速路旁的老爷车中，无奈的等着来自ＡＡＡ的救援时，满天的繁星正透过车顶的天窗扑进我的眼帘。忽然之间，我像是又回到了孩提时代，而天际里那些眨眼的星星，也好像顺着星光流进了车中的ＣＤ唱机，一时间，那些曾经的可歌可泣的故事，又响在了耳边。。。

当拖车终于姗姗来迟，我推开车门走出车外。这时候，北天最亮的大角星正悬在我的头上，散发出柔和的桔黄光芒。已经步入了暮年的大角，因为离开我们只有几十个光年，所以依旧星光万丈！可是在它不远的旁边，室女座星团离开我们却有俩千五百万年。而在室女座星团的后面，最亮的类星体３Ｃ273更是在３0亿光年开外。那也许就是天边了吧，因为宇宙也不过才一百五十亿年呢！

拖车一路颠簸着向家驶去。我坐在副驾驶座上，任凭思绪在天际里飘摇。我想，在宇宙的某个边缘，一定有另一个文明。今夜，在那个文明里，也一定有一个身影和我一样在数星星！如水的夜色里，它，知不知道几亿光年外的我，和它共一片星光呢？

今夜，就让我写下这些文字给天涯的它和伴我无眠的星光吧！

今夜，我的朋友们，请和我在星空下共坐。用我们黑的眼睛，在黑夜里，一起来寻找天上的星。

注：一直想写一篇关于星空的文章，应该是科普性质的吧。当然难登大雅之堂，只是麻雀虽小，尚且五脏俱全。这一篇，权做是序吧！

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再贴一回　Vincent VanGogh 的画，和Don McLean的歌

Starry starry night ---- by Vincent Van Gogh
Vincent --- by Don McLean

Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will.