1对我来说,这个冬天最温暖的不是阳光,而是罗吉从遥远的西藏寄回来的一张民谣CD。这是时隔五年后,我唯一一次得到的关于他的消息。CD的封面是一个抱着吉他浅唱低吟的男子,长的发,低垂的眼,窗户外暖黄的日光疏落地打在他脸上,慵懒却肆意。那分明是我认识的那个少年,却有张我不熟悉的脸。“人事已非”这四个字最叫人伤心,旧时光里每朵云都来路不知,每盏月亮都去路未明,每个人都失落天涯,如何再经得住让人回首? 1 For me, the warmest winter is not the sunshine, but a folk CD sent back by Loggi from distant Tibet. This is the only information I’ve received about him after five years in a row. CD cover is a gentleman holding a guitar singing gently, long hair, drooping eyes, warm yellow windows outside the windows of the sun in his face, lazy but wanton. That clearly is the boy I know, but I have not familiar with the face. “Personnel is not ” This is the most sad word, each cloud in the old days I do not know where every moon is undecided, everyone lost horizon, how to withstand the people look back?