The doctor relieved the medical bandage which twinning my head to protect my eyes and asked me what I could see. Followed his instruction, I opened my eyes slowly.

 

What I felt was only the strong light stimulating my eyes at the very beginning. After that, I saw the most beautiful scenery in my life that I would not trade for anything: it was a lovely summer day and the rose vine on the trellis was turning green. Under the huge trees, I could see yellow dandelions popping through the grass in bunches, as if a painter had touched our landscape with dabs of gold.

 

Looking out on the display of nature’s greenery through the window, I gradually became aware that everything in that moment was perfect. Everything was exactly as it should be. Nothing else was needed. Nothing added or subtracted from that minute could possibly “improve” it. This certainly was not the way I normally felt, having conditioned myself to believe that what every minute really needed was a quick infusion of bigger house, higher salary and other things related to “high quality life”.

 

Something shifted inside me at that moment. I was so agitated that I burst into tears, even though it was not good for recovery of my eyes. I had known that I was the survivor in the car accident, I was still alive and I could say goodbye to those blind days.

 

Now, after the breathtaking trip, I suddenly find that life is so vulnerable that I could not afford the price of wasting time. I am eager to go to the outer world, to see the smile faces of different people, to measure the distance between the east and the west, because I am really not sure how long my life will last and whether I have enough time to fulfill my dream. I have to make full use of every minute and leave no regret in my life. Never forget the dream in my heart----be fluent in speaking foreign language, perform Chinese folk dance to people all over the world and let them know how brilliant the Chinese traditional culture is.

 

I believe I will meet beautiful scenery one after another on the journey of life. 

那些版图上无甚出奇的所在；那些所在处平平常常的故人；那些故人里被岁月模糊了的面容；那些面容中被风霜蚀刻下的皱纹......在这个飘满雨水的春天，那些早已远去的记忆再次回来，它们，与家园有关。

 

开平，这座充满历史的广东夕日小城，至始至终把凋零、破败、沧桑与固然注入它的血液，随着各条粗糙血管纵横交错地流贯全身，碉楼、村落、古镇，老树、平野，到处是遗弃与守望截然矛盾的隐忍和挣扎。

当那些高大坚固的怪物从村落间升起的时候，周围的一切刹那间变得光怪陆离，时间和空间模糊了界限。是谁把中世纪的城堡搬到了岭南乡野，并为它们添加了多立克列柱和哥特尖卷拱，还将巴洛克时期的绚丽桂冠戴在它们头上，再配以精巧的科林斯毛莨叶和柔美的爱奥尼克卷涡？窗裙、窗楣和山花都独具匠心，非但如此，在它们身上还能看到中式传统的灰塑和飞檐。那些屹立在吝啬阳光和灰茫苍穹下的古老碉楼，被风雨洗得漆黑班驳，仍不灰飞湮灭，死心塌地般站在那里展露自己的岁月与伤痕，好让人们记住它那不被时代兼容的曾经辉煌。越是解剖自己，越是徒然神伤。

 

北扼鹤山之冲，西接恩平之咽，东南有新会为藩篱，西南以台山为屏障，来自太平洋的季风催促这里的水稻一年两熟，一百多年前，随季风一起来的还有大英帝国的炮舰。鸦片战争之后，成千上万的开平人远度重洋赴北美打工，五邑之地成了著名的侨乡。挣钱回家买地建房娶妻生子，然而“时局分更，匪风大炽”，在土匪的眼里，华侨便是“肥肉”。于是，“富家用铁枝、石子、士敏土(水泥)建三四层楼以自卫；其艰于资者，集合多家而成一楼。”(民国《开平县志》)当美国人准备建造帝国大厦的时候，在那里打工的华工却带着血汗钱返回家乡，让防匪防洪的欧洲古堡在南粤大地上复兴。

 

往事如烟。

 

城市东移了，我知道。旧城改造了，我也知道。赤坎古镇，那些老街老巷，那些曾经美轮美奂的骑楼，那些巧夺天工的雕花，那独特的像迷宫一样的布局。。。。。。华丽的西方盛装下面，是一个古老的东方情节：开过洋荤的楼主们一方面想保卫的财产和女人，一方面又忍不住向乡亲们炫耀财富。拆了一半的老房子，像一张张受伤的脸；骑楼下的商铺，有的关了，大部分还惨淡的经营着。那些街道，寂寥着摊开怀抱晒太阳。走进巷子，没有小孩的哭声、孩童的笑声，没有小猫小狗钻出来，安静的让人心疼。那些街头守摊的、闲聊的人们，一脸茫然；路上匆忙而过的人们，面无表情。为何落寞？是对陈年往事的凭吊吗？

 

今夕何夕？此身何处？时光流逝的无情涛声让人从昏睡中惊醒，脚下土地的真实质感让人摒弃虚妄。我的根在这里，清醒感知着这样的时空坐标，我只能静默，守望远去的家园。

今天过节，我给自己穿了一件新的衣服
然后，扶着墙壁，楼梯，一个人去了医务室打针
面对医生和护士，我一改往日的怨气，微笑着跟他们打招呼
是的，如果可以优雅迷人
为什么要当泼妇呢？

 

收到来自广州，重庆，北京的问候短信
接到中山医科大学和汕头医科大学的两位昔日同窗的电话
他们会来看我，医我
我笑了
开始期待着周末
那一定是个春暖花开的日子

 

窗外，阳光明媚
我想
这是上天给我最好的礼物