午夜,再次醒来,一条白亮亮的河流,在脑海中哗啦啦流淌,有着刻骨铭心的熟悉。拉萨河,又一次把我从午夜的睡梦中唤醒了。多少次了?多久了?我不确切地记得,因为我从来没有想过,要去记住一条河流闯入梦境的次数,压根儿就没有设想过这样的可能。我久久地凝望着窗外的夜空,朗月高悬,看不见一颗星星,这是在哪里?门前熟悉的那棵银杏树呢?房间里的一切都是如此陌 Midnight, woke up again, a white bright river, crashed in my mind flowing, with a memorable familiar. The Lhasa River once again woke me up from the midnight sleep. How many times? How long? I do not remember exactly, because I never thought of, to remember the number of a river into a dream, there is simply no such possibility contemplated. I stared at the night sky out of the window for a long time, hanging over the moon and leaving no light to see a star. Where is this? The familiar ginkgo tree in front of the house? Everything in the room is so strange