散文诗《山今子》
天来小子独坐书案，
指尖滑过时光的裂缝，
国大九届，中文系，
三十六年如一场烟雨迷蒙。
那是初识山今子的年月，
她女儿身，却蕴男儿心，
率直如山川奔流，
大方似皓月当空。
而天来小子，男儿身，怀女儿心，
含蓄如小溪，低吟在角落的青苔间。
第一次邂逅，
是在一个无声的退出中。
群里热闹如市，
天来小子却悄然抽身，
如一片落叶被秋风送远。
而山今子，带着她独有的风范，
一句“大姐罩你”，
将天来小子重新拉回，
群聊的灯光里又多了一抹温暖。
第二次邂逅，
还是一次沉默的离场。
人声鼎沸的文字江湖，
小子又一次退入自己的孤岛。
而山今子，再一次伸出手，
如长姐领着顽童，
笑着说：“走吧，回来。”
那一刻，
小子感念的不只是友情，
还有岁月的珍贵。
天来小子沉思：
这是怎样的缘分？
在漫漫人海中各自奔波的我们，
却还能守住一块心灵的净土，
一群，便是缘；
一句领养，便是情。
三十六年，
山今子的直率，天来小子的含蓄，
交织出一首悠长的散文诗。
时间像一座山，
沉默中巍然；
友谊像一条河，
无声里奔腾。
天来小子对山今子微笑：
“谢谢你，
谢谢你两次领养我，
让我知道，
群的意义，
原是人与人之间的那点真心。”
山今子挥挥手：
“回去了就好，
大姐还在，
群也还在，
我们中文系的灯，
永远亮着。”
小子低头，默念：
“山今子，
虽无血脉，
却如大姐。
一生之情，
便在这两次领养间。”
天来小子心感其友情，
是人世间最平凡却最难得的光。
光在，
情在。
Prose Poem: “Shan Jinzi”
At his desk, Tianlai Xiaozi sat alone,
his fingers tracing the cracks of time,
Class of ’89, National University’s Chinese Department,
thirty-six years like a drizzle, faint yet enduring.
That was when he first met Shan Jinzi.
She, a woman with the heart of a man,
direct and unrestrained like a mountain stream.
He, a man with the heart of a woman,
reserved, flowing softly like mossy whispers in a shaded brook.
The first encounter,
marked by an exit as quiet as a falling leaf.
The alumni group chat, bustling like a market square,
but Xiaozi had slipped away, unnoticed,
a lone leaf carried off by the winds of solitude.
Then came Shan Jinzi, with her sisterly grace,
saying, “I’ve got you, come back,”
and with that, she brought him home again,
restoring a warmth that had almost been extinguished.
The second encounter,
another silent departure.
Once more, the lively buzz of the group faded
as Xiaozi withdrew to his private isle.
And again, Shan Jinzi extended her hand,
like an elder sister leading her wayward sibling,
smiling, “Let’s go. Back you come.”
In that moment,
Xiaozi felt not just friendship,
but the rare treasure of years well weathered.
Tianlai Xiaozi pondered:
What kind of fate is this?
Amid the boundless sea of people, each pursuing their own path,
we managed to keep a sacred corner,
a group born of shared history,
and a connection made tangible through a single word: “adoption.”
Thirty-six years,
her candor and his reserve intertwined,
weaving an enduring prose poem.
Time stands tall like a mountain,
majestic in its quietness;
friendship flows like a river,
ceaseless in its calm vigor.
Turning to Shan Jinzi, Tianlai Xiaozi smiled:
“Thank you.
Thank you for ‘adopting’ me twice,
for reminding me that this group
isn’t just a gathering of names—
it’s a bond of true hearts.”
Shan Jinzi waved it off with ease:
“Good you’re back.
I’m still here,
the group’s still here,
and the light of our Chinese class
will always stay lit.”
Xiaozi lowered his head, murmuring:
“Shan Jinzi,
though we share no blood,
you’re like a true elder sister.
In those two acts of adoption,
a lifetime of friendship is sealed.”
Tianlai Xiaozi felt deeply the gift of her companionship—
the most ordinary yet precious glow in life.
Where there is light,
there is connection,
and where there is connection,
there is forever.
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