8/19/2017

昨晚，两家附近的老友来家中喝茶聊天，一聊聊到凌晨两点，方才谈兴未尽地离开。 可今早六点不到还是醒了。望着窗外阴沉沉的天空，想着本该是个爬山的好天气，心里不免有点失落。

 

周六，在过去三年多，那曾是我多么盼望的清晨。在天色尚未完全露白之际，一群人迎着晨雾行走在高低峡谷间，看朝霞从厚厚的云间喷薄而出，听小鸟啾鸣，看鹿群欢快地从林间穿越奔跑，我们徜徉山中，笑谈天下事，家事, 瑣事。而今，曾经的时光，曾经的欢笑，曾经的热情在三年的风吹日晒后，却是曲终人散了。

 

躺在床上，我习惯地拨弄着手机，看着自己以前在朋友圈里发的帖子，有长有短，照片、文字后面洋溢的热情依稀可见, 我似乎都能重新闻到花的芳香，感受到了山风的气息。真是怀念那些日子啊。是什么时候开始热情减退的？是因为朋友圈的扩大让我不喜欢在熟悉或不熟悉朋友间晒，故而择荒而逃的？更遗憾的是，有些内容竟然被自己删了。

 

再看看自己写博的热情，也好像雨打风吹去了，是江郎才尽，还是人的热度本来就只能坚持三分、人的本性就是喜新厌旧， 不能长久的？

 

再想想，队伍解散了，怪不得别人，而自己能不能坚持，总是自己可以掌控的。这样一想，一个人起了身，看了会报纸后，八点左右欣然朝社区附近的open trail走去，走了一个多小时，出了点汗，又精神气爽的回来。

 

人常说，太阳每天都是新的，日光下每天都有新鲜事，而生活其中的人，只要不麻木，总有感悟感触的事值得记录下来。写下此文，旨在鼓励自己，坚持下去，爬山锻炼也好，学习读书写博也罢，哪怕为做而做，为写而写，那也是在积极生活。人的记忆再好，也敌不过岁月，记忆终究会随着人的渐渐老去，日益褪色，模糊而淡忘。而文字却可以承载岁月，记录生活点滴，留给或许会老年痴呆的自己，留给不知能读懂几分的下一代。

 

Cloudy and sunless autumn morning is the perfect time for hiking，as you don’t have to worry about putting on the sunscreen, neither do you have to worry about sweating too much. However, when I woke up to such a Saturday morning, I lay on bed instead, indulging in the reminisces of the good old days when more than 10 people clustered cheerfully in the parking lot and set off hiking before the dawn cracked. For more than once, we hiked from the mountain to the sea, a 10-mile- plus trail, trespassing the state park and overlooking the peaceful sea shimmering under the sun.

It looks like that those days are gone with the wind. Our enthusiasm has been cooling for nearly a year, with the departure of some avid hikers moving to different cities or states.  However hard I tried to revive, the team has been dwindling to four people, or two, and now basically zero. 

I gazed out the window at the gloomy sky, and then decided to go alone to the nearby open trail across the community.  This trail is actually a very long and well-maintained one, bridging three big communities together and leading itself all the way to the beach. Flanked by trees on both sides, the trail is exposed to the noisy street on one side, but a vast tract of grassland and parks on the other. Along the way, I stopped at the stone walls upon which the city’s history is engraved, looking at the old pictures and captions below with the stories of how the city rose from an orchard farm to today’s richness and prosperity.

I walked for over an hour, and turned back with slight sweat but big satisfaction.

Persistence prevails. Hopefully I can keep up the hiking, reading and writing, for my own sake.