送你一束玫瑰

Coincidences in life, no matter how insignificant, never fail to surprise me. 2 days ago, without any reason or rhyme, I suddenly thought of a piece of writing which I wrote when I was still a first-year junior college student, and which won me the first prize in an intra-college Chinese writing competition (I didn't receive any monetary reward, though; all I got was a lousy plaque without my name inscribed on it - i.e., any Tom, Dick, Harry, Mary, Barbara or Bai Ling could have stolen it when I wasn't looking and claimed that it was his/hers). It was subsequently published in the annual college publication, but unfortunately I've donated the book to my secondary school, along with loads of other books which I didn't want anymore. And I didn't have an extra hard copy of that writing with me. So I tried searching for the file in my computer, only to find out that I've deleted it. I didn't post it on this blog before, and therefore I didn't bother to try looking it up in my archives. I thought I had lost this particular piece of work for ever, only to stumble again into an old, stagnant and forgotten blog of mine which I had kept 3 years ago, through a nondescript link on the blog of a briefly acquainted online friend with whom I've lost touch, and whose blog I only chanced upon accidentally; and published on this ancient, rusting, aging, lonely blog of mine, was the very piece of writing I was looking rather anxiously for.

It is an unpolished and unadorned piece of work - in other words, it is amateurish and immature, and lacks style. But, just for old times' sake, I am going to post it here now, in case I should sink into slight moodiness when I can't manage to find it again in future.

Anyway, I am now reminded that I haven't written any literary piece in Chinese for eons already. I am rather tempted to take part in the annual nation-wide writing contest open to all tertiary students again this year, in the laughable hope that I will be lucky enough to bag another prize (no matter how unimportant the award is) so as to make my curriculum vitae look more impressive (since I am no longer reading Chinese Studies, I'll have to resort to other methods to prove to future employers that I have attained a satisfactory level of proficiency in the language), and also to boost my own pride for egotistic reasons.

AND, the bonus is that this nation-wide contest is a rather prestigious one, so if I am fortunate enough to win anything, I can walk around all day long, exuding an air that is palpably elitist, and boast obnoxiously to every single passer-by who is bored enough to listen, "Do you know who you are talking to, you miserable plebeian, uneducated peasant, uncivilised barbarian, uncouth imbecile!? I won an award in that writing contest, you know; and I am going to win the Nobel in another 105 years' time. What?! You don't know which competition I'm talking about?! Oh my Nietzsche, I am so disgusted with you! GET OUT OF MY ELITIST FACE!"

AND, last but definitely not least, it also gives away monetary prizes. Woo hoo! Money, money, money, it's so funny, in a rich man's poor girl's world!

Ahem. Anyway, we'll see how it goes, since I am such an incurable slacker that I haven't even started writing the play I said I was going to write. I'll probably postpone all my literary endeavours infinitely. Is anyone kind enough to supervise me at the risk of incurring my wrath?

送你一束玫瑰

送花是一种情调、一份浪漫、一样艺术；但它更是一门学问和智慧的表现。

男孩在追求女孩时，总是喜欢送花。在从男孩的手中接过那束殷红的玫瑰时，女孩脸上的笑容总是会绽放得像手里的鲜花、像春天里片片盛开的花瓣儿。是呀，既然是春天，又有谁能剥夺花开的权利呢？但是送花的男生们最好别长得太抱歉。如果长相惹人厌，女生便只看得见玫瑰的刺儿而看不见让人心花怒放的红艳。勉强在接受你的礼物时挤出尴尬的笑颜，搞得脸部肌肉差点抽筋，转过身后暗暗骂你厚耻无颜。长得这副尊容，居然还敢学别人买花泡妞儿？简直是癞蛤蟆想吃天鹅肉也！回到家中随手把鲜花塞进垃圾箱里，只留下你独自泪眼涟涟。

坦白地说，我不怎么喜欢男孩时常送花给我（呵呵，我倒是还没等到这份福气）。送假花没诚意；送真花嘛，也只有把它放置在一个角落空惹尘埃，否则它就真的没有其他实际用途了，而且很快便会凋零。我生平最讨厌别人送给我毫无实际用途的礼物了，而我这个人没耐性又健忘，你要我天天为花朵浇水，我可办不到。因此，送花给我，就等于间接地在增添我因不小心又摧残了生命而感受的愧疚。我可是会怪罪于你的。

然而，如果你偶尔送我一朵花儿，我还是会很高兴的。我会非常客气地对你说声谢谢，接着在你离去之后开心得大声地、肆无忌惮地、不顾旁人眼光地对着自己唱歌。我会很珍惜那株花儿；我会愉悦地提醒自己必须天天为它浇水；我会快乐地看着它成长。你知道吗，你是多久没有送我花了？当你出现在我家门口，胸前捧着一朵漂亮的鲜花时，我的喜悦立即在内心迸发；我欣狂得可以对着自己微笑一整天。你是多久没有送我花了？当你终于送我花时，我是多么地开怀！我的心情就因为你送给我的那一朵花儿而轻快起来。当有那么一天，花蕊都枯萎了，我也不会难过，因为它让我看尽了人生百态：这不就是生命里的自然规律吗？就让花瓣们在那枝头上徐徐老去吧！我没有遗憾，只有期待：期待下一份美丽；期待你再送花儿给我！即使是遗憾也是幸福的，因为这世间上还有值得我遗憾的事情。你是多久没有送花给我了？当你再送我花时，我一切的烦恼所有的心事全部的忧虑便会马上被抛到九霄云外！

在《简●爱》里，罗彻斯特先生在花园里随手撷了朵花儿赠予简，是那绕指的温柔，是那顷刻间的浪漫，使读者动容——撷花赠佳人，看似那么不经意的举动，其实是需要很多勇气的。送花给心上人，是一种告白、一份承诺、一片真诚、一缕温柔。女孩就如在广袤沙漠中期待甘霖的仙人掌，一旦获得了水露的滋养，即使只是那么微不足道的一滴，爱情的花蕊也足以得到滋润，在粗厚的仙人掌上盛开得艳丽漂亮。你看，你看！仙人掌正在炫耀，花儿骄傲地点缀着它的容貌！

在《小王子》里，到地球流连的小王子只要在夜深人静时抬头仰望静谧无边的苍穹，看着那一闪一闪一眨一眨的星光，便会回忆起在那遥不可及的B-612星球上的玫瑰，那骄矜孤傲的玫瑰——他的知己，他的玫瑰。于是他可以用最缱绻的想象，幻想着他的玫瑰正在这寂寞的夜里，对着他微微笑着，然后他便不再孤单。当他不小心地想起他的玫瑰时，他的玫瑰也不小心地想起了他，那种感觉是多么地温暖！当他在朦胧的夜空里寻找着他的玫瑰的芳踪时，他的玫瑰也在浩瀚无穷的宇宙里寻找着他的身影，众里寻他千百度——那种画面是多么地动人！人生若得此知己，夫复何求？

德国著名诗人里尔克(Rainer Maria Rilke)在撒手人间之前为自己写好了碑文：“啊，吊诡的玫瑰，你是纯净的矛盾。喜悦是在若干棺盖下，独守着无人的清醒。”玫瑰是执著的守墓者，是忠心耿耿的随从者，是灵魂的看护者。玫瑰代表着死亡，它是如此无情、如此残酷、如此理所当然，它陪你入土，它停留在你的身旁，你生前的眼泪灌溉着它成长。人生如玫瑰，玫瑰如人生，管他前世红尘滚滚，无论今生爱恨情仇，不计来世离合悲欢；十年生死两茫茫，尘归尘，土归土，再美丽的玫瑰终究和生命一样必须灰飞烟灭风消云散。

除了玫瑰，其他花儿也可以代表多层不同的意义。母亲节到了，送她一束康乃馨博她一笑；友谊日到了，送朋友一束向日葵使他心情开朗；忌日到了，送一束菊花哀悼生命；生日到了，送自己一束郁金香孤芳自赏。花儿也何尝不是一份难得的情趣？一盆可爱的君子兰，摆在家中赏心悦目！花儿也何尝不是一幅怡人的风景？日本随处可见樱花，日本的樱花高贵慑人。秋天一至，朔风拂过，嘶咻！樱花飘飘坠地，与你的背影砌成无双的诗情意境！花儿也何尝不是一种修身之道？学习插花，修身养性，陶冶性情，使人静思，让人忘忧！花儿何尝不是一种身份？以“玫瑰”(Rose)为名，念起来悦耳动听；以“百合”(Lily)为名，听起来温文尔雅；以雏菊(Daisy)为名，读起来荡气回肠！花儿何尝不是一抹清香？熏衣草的气味清雅，白玉兰的芬芳四溢，茉莉花的馥郁扑鼻，栀子花的幽香醉人，七里香的芳雅平淡；用作香味袋，制成花类精油，呼一呼、吸一吸，立即精神奕奕，顿感清爽！花儿何尝不是一种禅？佛陀还不忘拈花微笑呵！

但是说到爱情，玫瑰终究是最佳代言人。我爱你，所以我送你一束玫瑰，让万语千言凝聚在沉默中，让“我爱你”充斥着空气——让我们呼吸着，赖以为生；让海誓山盟飘浮在不语中，让绵绵情话流淌在无言里；让永恒凝固在霎那间，让眼神触碰到你心扉。

但为了不让“我爱你”流于泛滥的情绪，我只会偶尔送你一束玫瑰，让你惊喜，让这突如其来的礼物足以让你在午夜梦迴中，带着幸福的微笑沉沉睡去，仿佛就在充满香气的玫瑰花海中。

男孩们，如果你时常送花给女孩，总有一天女孩将嫌弃你的花朵，不再懂得珍惜。如果你完全不送花给女孩，那么，总也会有那么一天，女孩将为了别人的花朵而离开你。花儿开在心里，手中有花，心中无爱，花再绽放，也只不过徒然。只要心中爱的花朵仍在盛开，就算手中的花都枯萎，也无损玫瑰的艳丽。在爱情的世界里，送花也是一门很深奥的学问了。