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第15章 被遗忘的时光9（第1页）

一只猫头鹰静悄悄地从山头俯冲而下，却在月色下如火光闪过。一只蟋蟀在草丛中尖声歌唱，我不由得想起了诗人和音乐家——贝多芬的《月光奏鸣曲》和莎士比亚笔下的《威尼斯商人》中洛伦佐的话：“月光沉睡在这岸边多么迷人！我们要坐在这里让音乐之声，潜入我们的耳内。”我不清楚他们的诗篇与音乐是否与蟋蟀的歌声相似，在某种程度上可以算做月的声音。想到这些，城市生活带给我的昏乱心绪，便在夜的宁静中消失了。

恋人和诗人在夜里能寻找到更深奥的生活意义。其实，我们都爱问一些深奥的问题——关于我们的祖先、我们的命运。我们只想纵容这些永远找不到答案的谜团，不喜欢那些主导着白天世界的、没有情感的几何教科书。在夜里，我们都成为哲学家和神秘家。

当月亮升起之时，我们放慢思想，让它追随天堂的脚步。不经意间，一种魔力就会遍布全身。我们会敞开情感之门，让白天被理智束缚的那部分思绪自由奔涌。我们能跨越遥远的时空，听远古猎人的细语，看久远时代恋人与诗人们眼中的世界。

月圆月缺，总是牵挂着我们的心绪。当月亮升起之时，我们放慢思想，让它追随天堂的脚步。

ThereisahillnearmyhomethatIoftenclimbatnight。Thenoiseofthecityisafar-offmurmur。InthehushofdarkIsharethecheerfulnessofcricketsandtheconfidenceofowls。ButitisthedramaofthemoonrisethatIcometosee。Forthatrestoresinmeaquietandclaritythatthecitysendstoofreely。

FromthishillIhavewatchedmanymoonsrise。Eachonehaditsownmood。Therehavebeenbroad，confidentharvestmoonsinautumn；shy，mistymoonsinsring；lonely，wintermoonsrisingintotheuttersilenceofanink-blackskyandsmoke-smudgedorangemoonsoverthedryfieldsofsummer。Each，likefinemusic，excitedmyheartandthencalmedmysoul。

Moongazingisanancientart。Torehistorichuntersthemoonoverheadwasasunerringasheartbeat。Theyknewthatevery29daysitbecomefull-belliedandbrilliant，thensickenedanddied，andthenwasreborn。Theyknewthewaxingmoonaearedlargerandhigheroverheadaftereachsucceedingsunset。Theyknewthewaningmoonroselatereachnightuntilitvanishedinthesunrise。Tohaveunderstoodthemoon’satternsfromexeriencemustbeenarofoundthing。

Butwe，wholiveindoors，havelostcontactwiththemoon。Theglareofstreetlightsandthedustofollutionveilthenightsky。Thoughmenhavewalkedonthemoon，itgrowslessfamiliar。Fewofuscansaywhenthemoonwillrisetonight。

Still，ittugsatourminds。Ifweunexectedlyencounterthefullmoon，hugeandyellowoverthehorizon，wearehellessbuttostarebackatitscommandingresence。Andthemoonhasgiftstobestowuonthosewhowatch。

IlearnedaboutitsgiftsoneJulyeveninginthemountains。Mycarhadmysteriouslystalled，andIwasstrandedandalone。Thesunhadset，andIwaswatchingwhatseemedtobethebright-orangeglowofaforestfirebeyondaridgetotheeast。Suddenly，theridgeitselfseemedtoburstintoflame。Then，therisingmoon，hugeandredandgrotesquelymishaenbythedustandsweatofthesummeratmoshere，loomeduoutofthewoods。

Distortedthusbythehotbreathofearth，themoonseemedill-temeredandimerfect。Dogsatnearbyfarmhousesbarkednervously，asifthisstrangelighthadwakenedevilsiritsintheweeds。

Butasthemoonliftedofftheridgeitgatheredfirmnessandauthority。Itscomlexionchangedfromred，toorange，togold，toimassiveyellow。Itseemedtodrawlightoutofthedarkeningearth，forasitrose，thehillsandvalleysbelowgrewdimmer。Bythetimethemoonstoodclearofthehorizon，fullchestedandroundandthecolorofivory，thevalleysweredeeshadowsinthelandscae。Thedogs，reassuredthatthiswasthefamiliarmoon，stoedbarking。AndallatonceIfeltaconfidenceandjoyclosetolaughter。

Thedramatookanhour。Moonriseisslowandserriedwithsubtleties。Towatchit，wemustsliintoanolder，moreatientsenseoftime。Towatchthemoonmoveinexorablyhigheristofindanunusualstillnesswithinourselves。Ourimaginationsbecomeawareofthevastdistancesofsace，theimmensityoftheearthandhugeimrobabilityofourownexistence。Wefeelsmallbutrivileged。

Moonlightshowsusnoneoflife’sharderedges。Hillsidesseemsilkenandsilvery，theoceansstillandblueinitslight。Inmoonlightwebecomelesscalculating，moredrawntoourfeelings。

Andoddthingshaeninsuchmoments。OnthatJulynight，Iwatchedthemoonforanhourortwo，andthengotbackintothecar，turnedthekeyintheignitionandheardtheenginestart，justasmysteriouslyasithadstalledafewhoursearlier。Idrovedownfromthemountainswiththemoononmyshoulderandeaceinmyheart。

Ireturnoftentotherisingmoon。Iamdraweseciallywheneventscrowdeaseandclarityofvisionintoasmallcornerofmylife。Thishaensofteninthefall。ThenIgotomyhillandawaitthehunter’smoon，enormousandgoldoverthehorizon，filling，thenightwithvision。

Anowlswoosfromtheridgeto，noiselessbutbrightasflame。Acricketshrillsinthegrass。Ithinkofoetsandmusicians。OfBeethoven’s“MoonlightSonata”andofShakeseare，whoseLorenzodeclaimsinTheMerchantofVenice，“Howsweetthemoonlightsleesuonthisbank！

Herewillwesitandletthesoundsofmusic

Creeinourears。”Iwonderiftheirverseandmusic，likethemusicofcrickets，areinsomewayvoicesofthemoon。Withsuchthoughts，mycitifiedconfusionsmeltintothequietofthenight。

Loversandoetsfinddeeermeaningatnight。Weareallattoosedeeerquestions—aboutouroriginsanddestinies。Weindulgeinriddles，ratherthanintheimersonalgeometriesthatgovernthedaylightworld。Webecomehilosohersandmystics。

Atmoonrise，asweslowourmindstotheaceoftheheavens，enchantmentstealsoverus。Weoentheventsoffeelingandexerciseartsofourmindsthatreasonlocksawaybyday。Wehear，acrossthedistances，murmursofancienthunterandseeanewthevisionsofoetsandloversoflongago。

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