回上海时,适逢梅雨季尾梢难得一见的好天气。晴空万里,34度高温,心情却莫名有些潮润,仿佛十几天前地中海的风声,未曾离我远去。两年前戛纳回来,写下一篇《再别康城》,本来以为,可以跟那个滨海小城有个间歇性的告别,至少,没有那么快重逢。没想到时间只是一晃就再度提笔,重抚键盘敲出对于一个新朋抑或旧友邂逅三遭的种种况味。本来以为,两年前已经看透看遍甚至看倦她的姿容风貌,不想却能在时光洗涤中生出鲜芽,舒展新绿的脉络。 Back to Shanghai, coincides with a rare rainy season end of the good weather. Clear sky, 34 degrees temperature, the mood is inexplicable some moist, as if more than a dozen days ago the wind in the Mediterranean, never left me away. Cannes came back two years ago, writing an article, “Do not be able to Cannes,” originally thought that there could be an intermittent farewell to that coastal town, at least, not so fast reunion. Unexpectedly, the time was just a flash to re-submit the pen, stroking the keyboard knocked out for a new friend or old friend met three were the conditions. Originally thought that, two years ago, I have read through the look or even tired of her appearance, do not want to be able to give birth in the time washing fresh buds, stretching the context of the new green.