"Love at First Sight" by Wislawa Szymborska THEY'RE BOTH CONVINCED that a sudden passion joined them. Such certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still
Since they'd never met before, they're sure that there'd been nothing between them. But what's the word from the streets, staircases, hallways— perhaps they've passed each other a million times?
I want to ask them if they don't remember— a moment face to face in some revolving door? perhaps a "sorry" muttered in a crowd? a curt "wrong number" caught in the receiver? but I know the answer. No, they don't remember
They'd be amazed to hear that Chance has been toying with them now for years.
Not quite ready yet to become their Destiny, it pushed them close, drove them apart, it barred their path, stifling a laugh, and then leaped aside.
There were signs and signals, even if they couldn't read them yet. Perhaps three years ago or just last Tuesday a certain leaf fluttered from one shoulder to another? Something was dropped and then picked up. Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished into childhood's thicket?
There were doorknobs and doorbells where one touch had covered another beforehand. Suitcases checked and standing side by side. One night, perhaps, the same dream, grown hazy by morning.
Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.
如果你还是喜欢这样的女生，而且一直喜欢到第七年，或者命运的旋转木马会再次把她带到你的面前。让她念一首自己翻译的波兰诗给你听，然后站在那里拉一段你喜欢的小提琴。
你们都该是欢喜的紧吧。至少那么美丽的句子可以念给小花猫以外的人，那么干净的琴声也可以分享给一个可爱的女生。你们开心的聊天，然后你忍不住讲起了少年时那段草绿色的往事，却更加惊喜的发现原来对方就是丢失在岁月里的那个人。那个仅仅由一串学号代表却不能被任何人锁取代的特别。
如同你们一直深信的。不是瞬间迸发的热情让你们相遇。这样的确定是美丽的。但变化无常更加美丽。
这首诗还是让人有一点点想哭。即使距离我第一次看这部向左走向右走已经四年。
无数次温习这部片子。这一次我想找到多一点勇气来继续去相信着一些东西。却忍不住去想或者只是命运对我们的戏弄呢。
其实我本来想要写的温暖一点。
毕竟兜兜转转之后，他们重又看到对方的面庞，出现在那些被故意拍下的照片上面。你向左我向右。沮丧的绝望的痛哭一场也不能解决的。然而谁离了谁不是还要生活。
伤风感冒总有好起来的一天。
却又被命运的推手联系到一起。通过不相干的路人甲乙找寻到对方的踪迹。在地震的混乱里拥抱到奇迹。HAPPY ENDING。但是有多少人遇见童话了呢。
我得承认我现在很是沮丧。
好像突然间就刮起了大风。两个星期前就穿起来的羽绒服一点都没有用。心里有一个大窟窿，被揉进了一大把碎冰渣。
在我说话的时候。在我笑的时候。在我静静的敲一个句号在对话框里面的时候。在我深夜里滴一滴眼药水然后感觉什么温热的不同于药水的东西从腮边滚落的时候。都还来不及沾湿枕头。我就告诉了自己不可以回头。
未来有一个人在等待
向左 向右 向前看
爱要拐几个弯才来
我遇见谁会有怎样的对白
我等的人他在多远的未来
我听见风来自地铁和人海
我排著队拿著爱的号码牌”
一个怀才不遇的小提琴家
一个为生计所迫的翻译
一个习惯向左，
一个习惯向右
两个寂寞的都市男女
明明住在隔壁却无数次擦身而过
终于有一天
素昧蒙面的两人相遇于水池
一见钟情
一起玩旋转木马
一起草地谈心
大雨忽至 交换电话
兴奋仓皇离别
造化弄人
号码弄湿 无法拨通电话
爱匆匆来 却忽然走失
追求者偶然拍得两人永远错过的照片
茫茫人海 缘悭一面
失落中两人欲各自远走他乡
临行前依然不放弃
当初不完整的电话号码
电话铃响起 突发地震
阻碍两人相聚的墙崩塌
相爱的人呵 相拥而泣
“我往前飞飞过一片时间海
我们也曾在爱情里受伤害
我看着路梦的入口有点窄
我遇见你是最美丽的意外
总有一天我的谜底会揭开”
那年秋天，一个美丽的关于缘分的电影走近了我的视线。
梁咏琪和金城武清新、文艺，很好地还原了几米同名绘本的味道。
两人永远同框却看不到彼此，镜头掌控得很好，让观众不断为两人的错过而叹息。
孙燕姿演唱的主题曲与影片完美契合。
导演是我喜欢的杜琪峰和韦家辉，影片文艺性和商业性兼顾，淡淡的温暖，在我青涩的年华中留下了对爱情的美好憧憬。
缘分这东西就是这么妙不可言。
不知道自己错过了些什么，也许直到现在仍然有着这样一个人与我彼此错过，生活在好似一个平行世界里，我刚走你又来。
我想很多人都会有这样的经历吧。
可这种美妙就在于朦胧之间，如果真真切切的知道了是谁，也许未必有这么奇妙的感觉。
缘来你在左，我在右。
可是最近同事在做这部片子。一遍遍地看那些片断。忽然觉得。他们之间的爱情是缘于寂寞吧。
一个人吃饭。一个人睡觉。一个人走路。一个人看书。一个人听歌。一个人工作。
一个人活着。
连生病都没有人照顾，直到病的爬不起来。都只能打电话等救护车来救自己。
好寂寞。
他们偶然相遇。却在人海中失散。
有那么一个人，在一瞬间让你觉得你其实并不那么孤独。但是只有一瞬间。然后你们便永远失去了对方的消息。
可以想象。那有多么地绝望。
THEY'RE BOTH CONVINCED
that a sudden passion joined them.
Such certainty is beautiful,
but uncertainty is more beautiful still
Since they'd never met before, they're sure
that there'd been nothing between them.
But what's the word from the streets, staircases, hallways—
perhaps they've passed each other a million times?
I want to ask them
if they don't remember—
a moment face to face
in some revolving door?
perhaps a "sorry" muttered in a crowd?
a curt "wrong number" caught in the receiver?
but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember
They'd be amazed to hear
that Chance has been toying with them
now for years.
Not quite ready yet
to become their Destiny,
it pushed them close, drove them apart,
it barred their path,
stifling a laugh,
and then leaped aside.
There were signs and signals,
even if they couldn't read them yet.
Perhaps three years ago
or just last Tuesday
a certain leaf fluttered
from one shoulder to another?
Something was dropped and then picked up.
Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished
into childhood's thicket?
There were doorknobs and doorbells
where one touch had covered another
beforehand.
Suitcases checked and standing side by side.
One night, perhaps, the same dream,
grown hazy by morning.
Every beginning
is only a sequel, after all,
and the book of events
is always open halfway through.