35 大线（2 / 2）

住，饭粒儿由衣服上掉下地，他也立刻双脚不再移动，转了上身找。这时候他若碰上我的目光，就放慢速度。（阿城《棋王》）

“他们吃肉不瞒人。年下也杀猪。杀猪就在大殿上。一切都和在家人一样，开水、木桶、尖刀。捆猪的时候，猪也是没命地叫。跟在家人不同的，是多一道仪式，要给即将升天的猪念一道‘往生咒’，并且总是老师叔念，神情很庄重：‘……一切胎生、卵生、息生，来从虚空来，还归虚空去往生再世，皆当欢喜。南无阿弥陀佛！’三师父仁渡一刀子下去，鲜红的猪血就带着很多沫子喷出来。”（汪曾祺《受戒》）

“夜来月下卧醒，花影零乱，满人衿袖，疑如濯魄于冰壶。”（李白）

“I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive. A year ago, six months ago, I thought that I was an artist. I no longer think about it, I am. Everything that was literature has fallen from me. There are no more books to be written, thank God.”（Henry Miller, 《Tropic of Cancer》）

“I knew it was my own creature I heard scrabbling, and when Sissel heard it one afternoon and began to worry, I realised her fantasies were involved too, it was a sound which grew out of our lovemaking. We heard it when we were finished and lying quite still on our backs, when we were empty and clear, perfectly quiet. It was the impression of small claws scratching blindly against a wall, such a distant sound it needed two people to hear it.”(Ian McEwan, 《First Love, Last Rites》)

我今天赶早班机去机场。五点多，太阳已经出来，不耀眼，不灼热，但是不容分说地存在，金光四射。机场高速两旁，成排的槐树苗还没茶杯口粗，靠近地表的树干浆成白色，树干附近，金线之上，二月蓝满满地蓝了一地。

我想，等我创作能力衰竭之后，我会花时间编一本文选，名字就叫《金线》。

余不一一。

冯唐