车,行在梅深路上。我去小梅沙,探海。 十二月的深圳,阳光已变得无所用心。也许,秋已足够斑烂,已近正午的梧桐山却象一幅刚刚起稿的素描那样,犹豫不决,进退失据,深浅入时无? 车驶入长长的梧桐山隧道,风档的一粒粒桔红色的灯盏,象克尽职守的星辰们,编篡著不尽的夜色。我想,隧道,大概是天下最纵容的床,不寐的引擎拖著无论怎样的时速,都是肆意的梦游。 车穿越即将褪去神秘的沙头角小镇,穿越吞吐五洋的盐田港,大鹏湾已劈面而来。 窗风一线,牵扯著的,是雨丝还是海风,潮潮的。 山,壁立于路的左边,斧披皴,浩浩荡荡。 路的右边,是海。恍惚满山的浓绿,被不著边际的风不经意碰 Car, line in Mei deep road. I went to Xiaomeisha, explore the sea. Shenzhen in December, the sun has become useless. Perhaps, autumn has enough spots, almost noon Wutongshan is like a sketch of the draft just as hesitant, retreat loss of evidence, the depth of entry into the long Wutongshan tunnel, wind gear one Grained orange-red lamp, like a dedication of stars who, compiled endless night. I think the tunnel, probably the most indulgent bed in the world, insomnia engine dragged no matter what the speed, are wanton sleepwalking. The car will soon fade away the mysterious town of Sha Tau Kok, Yantian through the throughput of Wuyang Harbor, Mirs Bay has come face to face. Window wind, involved, is the rain or sea breeze, the tide. Hill, standing on the left side of the road, Ax Phi Phi, the mighty. The right side of the road is the sea. Tranquil dark green mountain, be inadvertently touched by the wind