第九百零八章 人来疯 (第3/5页)
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月近中秋分外明,月亮偷偷的升了上来,将清白的月光洒满自愿者营,狂欢的人群也似乎受到了感染,逐渐安静了下来。
大家三五成群,随意地散坐在晒谷场上,阿音和李君阁手牵手坐在角落里,背靠着一个白方块,粽粑弹起了吉他,哼唱起一手非常适合现在的曲子。
“……Starry starry night,
flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
swirling clouds in violet haze,
reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue……
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
weathered faces lined in pain,
are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand……”
李君阁拉着阿音的小手:“阿音累不?”
阿音摇着头笑道:“好久没有这样疯过了。”
李君阁仰头头望着天空:“粽粑这歌,还听适合我们李家沟的景致的。新花胜火,紫雾齐云,麦田蜜调,晨曦彩影……不过我们李家沟的地,丰收时节,是紫色的,文森特看到后,只怕会更加惊喜吧?”
阿音靠在李君阁的肩头:“久远的沧桑,痛苦的皱纹,被那双艺术家的手用爱抚平……二皮,我觉得这句是在唱你,梵高只能将他的精神寄托在画作当中,你却把李家沟,盘鳌乡,苗寨当成了自己的蓝图。”
粽粑的歌声继续传来:
“Now I understand ,what you try to say to me,
and how you suffered for your sanity,
and how you tried to set them free……
They would not listen,
they did not know how,
perhaps they'll listen you now……”
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