Take a Slow Walk
By Zero Wu

      As an Indian saying goes,he who walks too fast needs to take a rest, waiting for his soul to catch up.
      I am the one who used to walk too fast. Lost in life, with a fast-paced lifestyle, I hurried on with my journey until someday I began to learn to take a slow walk.
      I sometimes doubt myself whether what I insist on and give upon is totally different from that of other people and whether I have no sense of fear about it. In my prelife, I must be a warrior riding a horse galloping freely all over the world. Even in present life, I am a woman of iron will, no worse than a man. With prelife’s blood flowing inside, I can at any time carry my bag to embark on my long-time adventure.
      As a child, I always kept myself buried in books and naively thought, cup of tea and book in hand, I was in a paradise, for I always bore in mind that “Since tea can intoxicate me, why need I drink wine? Now that books can make the room fragrant, why are flowers needed?”.
      I am a person who has just begun to take a slow walk, interpreting my own stories as “fables” of a person who vanished inch by inch and finally gained resurrection; who has picked up the courage to take my free-willed journey across the massive land; who has been free from any intense feelings along with worries；who has learnt to take a sip after getting deeply drunk；who will let go of everything if the “bird” in heart has to fly away; who wishes to live in the afterlife as a tree on the Toscana hillside depicted by Chen Danyan without thoughts or pains; who long keeps smiles and inner peace, although crowded on the subway train.
      I leave behind the speech that I have conceived for lives around the lips at which overgrows wild grass. I might as well bury it in a small garden, or attach my emotion to it, scattering the fragrance of life to embellish my ever-lastingly meaningful written words.
      作者：吳瑤
      印第安人有一句諺語(yǔ)：人走得太快的時(shí)候，需要停一停，歇一下，等你的靈魂趕上來(lái)。
      我是那個(gè)一度在生命里走得太快的人，在人生里迷途、在生活里匆匆、在旅程里趕路。直到有一天開(kāi)始學(xué)會(huì)散步 。
       
      有時(shí)候我甚至為我的堅(jiān)持和放棄的東西跟別人不一樣而又從無(wú)懼念感到懷疑。我的前生一定是一個(gè)馳騁于天南地北、縱橫于八方四野的“戰(zhàn)士”！是那種即便放到今世，骨子里也還是流淌著前世的血，一個(gè)隨時(shí)可以提包上路、策馬遠(yuǎn)征，有著男人般鋼鐵意志的女人！
      年少的我始終與書為媒，為書作嫁。 自認(rèn)為一茶一卷在手，便是天堂。 始終記得那句話：茶亦醉人何必酒，書能香我何需花。
      我是一個(gè)開(kāi)始學(xué)會(huì)散步、并將自己的故事讀成“寓言”的人；一個(gè)一寸一寸地幻滅、又否極泰來(lái)的人；一個(gè)終于因?yàn)椴粣?ài)，而從此又可以重拾那份大路朝天的自由與遼闊的人；一個(gè)任何強(qiáng)烈的感覺(jué)、都在隨著煩惱遠(yuǎn)去的人；一個(gè)因?yàn)樯钌畹刈磉^(guò)，從此而懂得了淺嘗輒止的人；一個(gè)如果必須放飛心里的那只“鳥”，那么就放飛所有的人；一個(gè)愿來(lái)生，沒(méi)有思想，沒(méi)有疼痛，像一棵樹，長(zhǎng)在陳丹燕筆下的“托斯卡那”山坡上的人；一個(gè)地鐵里、被人流裹挾，長(zhǎng)久以來(lái)，面容微笑，內(nèi)心平靜的人 。 
     
      我把醞釀了幾生幾世的話，都突然遺忘在了長(zhǎng)滿荒草的嘴邊。埋在一個(gè)小小的園子里，或寄寓情懷而將生活的芬芳灑點(diǎn)為醇香雋永的文字。