早春北行记之一
写点东西真是越来越难了。有感触的时候沉浸在深的情绪里无法下笔，后来就忙于纷扰的无聊日常，再后来就懒了，那些曾感动过自己的事，物，人的细节，似乎模糊起来。但终究永远不会消失的，在午夜梦回里面，在熙熙攘攘之中，不停播放，原来是那些感动过的，不曾，不会消失。
还是写下2004初春北行罢。
祝不幸的人们得幸福
祝幸福的人们更幸福
这个休斯顿的春天并不美丽。我倦了。就休假向北方去朋友那里散心。3月11日晨6时40分出发向密苏里去。还是夜色，59和45的交通挺不错。休斯顿象一头怪兽引导出密乱的高速路，在高大的钢筋水泥建筑群里，无数的灯光一闪而过。一路飞奔向北，沿途旷野荒草凄凄，天地苍茫中顿时领略到德州大草原的粗犷。大约在粗犷的背后总有一点柔软的东西，你觉得有点苍凉。不觉就到了达拉斯，转道上35E。由於施工的缘故，车流汇集，两旁又是钢筋水泥。围城。你逃离城市在荒野里觉得孤独；回来之后你觉得压抑。人类，你这永不知足的东西!出达拉斯上35继续向北进入奥克拉赫玛，猎猎风中的大草原。The overall impression was that Oklahoma is a wild state. There were huge grassland, red soil, stony passes, and more… Pale grass spread far out, beyond your vision, to the horizon. Trees were all pale, dead pale under the windy sky. Nowhere could you see anything green and alive. From time to time the pale grass showed up some "wheat waves". Anyway I did not have any 黍离之悲 at that moment. Perhaps only when you are in it could you feel it; it is generated from your life and heart. Any smart intelligence can not overcome this enormous barrier. Around I stopped in a small bar in a very small town for lunch. The only thing for sale was but a sandwich made from two pieces of bread and a piece of ham. It is always true that rough land makes rough people. The town looked more like a mid-century European town. The dining tables and chairs were almost raw wood blocks. Apparently the several people around might have never seen a person from the East Globe. It is very often seen in today’s small American towns that people are born there, live there, and die there. They live more like a farmer in ancient
