繁星滿天

by 兒歌 2004-5-20

小時候我最愛星空。媽媽說那是因為我出生在半夜。在夏天的晚上，我會躺在葡萄架下，數着星星就進入了夢鄉。每次姐姐抱我回屋的時候，半夢半醒的我總能聽到她對我說：“黑夜給了你黑的眼睛，你用它來尋找天上的星。” 　

長大了之後，一直想寫一篇關於星空的文章。只是每次提起筆來，都不知從何下手。對自己推託說，現在太忙，等到有了閒瑕的時候再說吧。卻不想閒瑕就像是口渴時遠處樹上的梅子，總是可望不可及的。於是在歲月悄悄爬上額頭的一個個明日復明日裡，兒時那曾經無比清晰的夜空，在眼前變的漸漸模糊，仿佛要淡入塵封的記憶里去。。。

直到今夜。。。今夜，當疲憊的我坐在拋錨於高速路旁的老爺車中，無奈的等着來自ＡＡＡ的救援時，滿天的繁星正透過車頂的天窗撲進我的眼帘。忽然之間，我像是又回到了孩提時代，而天際里那些眨眼的星星，也好像順着星光流進了車中的ＣＤ唱機，一時間，那些曾經的可歌可泣的故事，又響在了耳邊。。。

當拖車終於姍姍來遲，我推開車門走出車外。這時候，北天最亮的大角星正懸在我的頭上，散發出柔和的桔黃光芒。已經步入了暮年的大角，因為離開我們只有幾十個光年，所以依舊星光萬丈！可是在它不遠的旁邊，室女座星團離開我們卻有倆千五百萬年。而在室女座星團的後面，最亮的類星體３Ｃ273更是在３0億光年開外。那也許就是天邊了吧，因為宇宙也不過才一百五十億年呢！

拖車一路顛簸着向家駛去。我坐在副駕駛座上，任憑思緒在天際里飄搖。我想，在宇宙的某個邊緣，一定有另一個文明。今夜，在那個文明里，也一定有一個身影和我一樣在數星星！如水的夜色里，它，知不知道幾億光年外的我，和它共一片星光呢？

今夜，就讓我寫下這些文字給天涯的它和伴我無眠的星光吧！

今夜，我的朋友們，請和我在星空下共坐。用我們黑的眼睛，在黑夜裡，一起來尋找天上的星。

註：一直想寫一篇關於星空的文章，應該是科普性質的吧。當然難登大雅之堂，只是麻雀雖小，尚且五臟俱全。這一篇，權做是序吧！

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再貼一回　Vincent VanGogh 的畫，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.