苜蓿叶子

妈妈说：“年轻就是好。今天决定，明天出发。”

方向无穷多，但行动却是唯一，就像是围着轴心奔腾起来的红黑转盘，不管之前多情小球有过多少驻留，最后会且只会停落在其中的一格。要探究出发的原因，无非是不甘心难得假日继续选择在安乐椅上一目十行。与其像个堕落夏娃在水泥森林涌集的热岛上呼吸吐纳后现代化排出的废气，既找不到雅皮亚当，也找不到五麻袋苹果，不如干脆起身到别人呆腻了的地方去，任鞋底偷偷借抔异乡泥土，换回一段羁旅和“在路上”的证明。

此行目的地是海天佛国普陀山。

芸芸众生，多到仅凭藉一眼无法看清目力能及范围内所有人的面孔。说看不清，又不尽其然，都是单一的无表情的脸，窥一可知全部。更有孩子。他们还无法对“神”这一范畴的领域有比人类社会更多的认识。姑且猜测它们是比大人更大的人好了，孩子想。

慈航普渡，普济天下。人民津津乐道于千年来的一厢情愿，脚踏莲花舟，手捧观音饼，去往没有烦恼和忧愁的极乐世界。乔达摩悉达多在细风清露的菩提小世界里，悟得“空”的玄机。“空”不同于“无”。目无一切不加掩饰地透着股傲慢劲儿；目空一切是往左一步，跳开世俗划定的圈子，去舍。我窃笑，进香祈愿者，几个求“空”，或有几个求“无”？大多为的是求“有”，甚至求“盈”，求“满”，求“多多益善”，这从最开始便和断除烦恼之根痛苦之源相去甚远。好像和无形无影的弥漫于天地间的主宰者有过心灵约定，来次pinky swear, 愿望就会变得有力量有分量，才会无限接近“被实现”这个集合。可假若整个大千世界原本就只是个空集？

没有慰藉，只有血淋淋的现实，残酷到不行。但我知道勇者愿意睁开眼睛。

作为佛祖的度假地，普陀山占据了舟山群岛最好的岛屿。从佛顶山回来，累得迈不开步子，遂搭车渐渐往码头的方向去。经过紫竹林前，顺道拜访了南海观音，慈眉善目，俯视大地。你知道菩萨为什么低眉？天文阿姨给出了答案：“是这样的，我曾经遇见一位不结伴的旅行者”。

交通费小计：222元

往返大巴：173

在途牛网订购的省际大巴车票，特价。

往返摆渡：44

22元/次，平均在船上不到半小时。

岛内交通：5

从普陀山角前往紫竹林。短驳。

住宿费小计：90元

住宿一晚：90

农家公房区，一楼，4人一间，一人一床。

景区门票：226元

普陀山景区门票：200

亏大了。淡季只要140元，次旺季只要160元。其余时段统统200元。

普济寺：5

慧济寺：5

法雨寺：5

不肯去观音院：5

南海观音：6

餐饮费小计：47元

午饭：17

在景区门口的食堂用餐，重盐。

蒜苗炒肉丝，炒藕片，番茄炒蛋，油豆腐。

晚饭：10

慧济寺吃的斋饭，坑爹严重。味淡，重油。

早饭：15

过了法雨寺的早餐点，小饭店就餐。继续坑爹。

一碗粥，一个煮鸡蛋，甜萝卜，榨菜，咸菜，外加俩刀切。

午饭：5

紫竹林的斋饭。尚可。工作人员说不能浪费，于是吃得辛苦。

纪念品小计：40元

普陀山观音饼：40元/6盒

妈妈喜欢吃素饼，遂买之。平均7元不到一盒。

总计：625元

shot by David Bacher, France

——《雪》 | 奥尔罕帕慕克 | 上海人民出版社 | P272

想象自己捧着举重若轻的信纸，坐在小屋中，看窗外大雪安静地缓缓坠落。
尔后低头，读着一个男人温柔的絮语，蓦然泪下。

It is a legend mixed with religious belief and heroic deeds and colored by mystical enthusiasm. Jeanne, the relentless girl, commanded the French army to fight against their equivalent from the other side of the English Channel, whose aim was to invade New Orleans.

From my personal point of view, the heroic deeds of Jeanne is an exceptional example in accordance with the theory proposed by the founder of psychoanalysis—Sigmund Freud, who said what happened at one’s childhood will determined his or her fate in the future. Jeanne, when she was still an innocent girl living at the picturesque countryside of France, once witnessed her folk fellows brutally killed and tortured by invaders from Britain. They burned housed, vandalized all they can destroy, and grabbed anything valuable. All these barbaric actions lit the ferocious fire of infuriation at little Jeanne’s heart. Only by defeating the British army through her own hands can the anger be extinguished.

Just like a shooting star illuminating the remote sky, the life of Jeanne was short, but legendary and full of thick and thin. Just like fireworks, Jeanne wrote down the most glory and glamorous pages in the chapter of French history, and then faded away without any trace.

At the later phase of Britain-France war, which continued almost one hundred years, French people were all trapped into the hopeless and endless warfare. The King Charley, a coward man, was incompetent to lead his people to regain the lost territory. Even the king himself was awaiting for some divinations perhaps—the divination, which can point out the exit in the darkness.

Then, out came Jeanne. The girl brought life to French army only with a white banner. On behalf of the God as well as in name of herself, she swore to beat the British army and regain New Orleans. Encouraged by Jeanne’s high spirit and belief, all men in the army came together to fight for their king, their land, and their holy country without considering bleeding and sacrificing, thought it was obvious that they were on the unprivileged side. Their steps never faltered, their resolution was swerveless. Their anger and braveness were like a dagger pricking the heart of their enemies. British would never aware that an armless and illiterate girl could be the impediment on their way to subdue France. Why not? Jeanne, as the envoy sent by God, had passion and the most firm belief. She didn’t consider whether there was danger forward. All she took notice of was to lift French people from submission. She surely was a boost of morale. No other man found in France had the will to win as strong as she did.

However, the success which originally should have brought fame and reputation to Jeanne brought ill luck to her. The king, weary of war, planned to accept the negotiation with Britain. Ministers, afraid Jeanne took the place of theirs spread the rumor that Jeanne was possessed with demon. Simple-minded Jeanne was sent to religious court to receive judgment. Some petty men designed unscrupulous traps to calumniate her while Jeanne believed her belief could save her from the earthly hell. In prison, she recollected what she had done. Once, she almost confessed she was dominated by heresy and behaved as a pagan, which could spare her from execution. At length, she still adhered to the God in her mind, who always sent signs to her and told her how to do next. She denied having failed to follow the God and asserted that charge against her was nothing but blasphemy, which she still hold till fire took her to the other world.

No man can transcend the times he lives and every person is limited by history. It was until 500 years later that Jeanne was acknowledged by Catholicism and entitled as saint. Jeanne’s life ended, but her deeds will never vanish. Her spirit and her relentlessness will always be carved into French people‘s heart. As a woman as well as the soldier of God, she did justice to her transient life.