明月清风星满天 - Moon and breeze filling the sky

我曾经有个网名叫做『明月清风伺候』，当时是把自己想象成镇元大仙，左右各有清风明月两枚爱徒候命——当年我那曾是多么虚无缥缈，成日里钟情于横插一脚的各路奇异想象，眼睛里除了五彩烂漫就是瑰丽无双到轮番涌至头脑风暴前沿的创意无限。不要尝试用文艺女青年来对我进行简单的概括，因为我就如同电子云一般云山雾罩行踪无寻。

谁曾想时间果然是最大魔手，活生生悄眯眯眼睁睁对我进行了从头到尾从内到外从XX观到行事准则的540度大改造。或者说，严峻的现实生活让我发展出一套效率很高的有机生物膜，把我脑中灵魂里那无可安放的躁动悸动冲动萌动统统打包成圆润一坨，在时时上演的天人之战之犄角旮旯里拨拉开来一块，静谧收藏。

行文至此我实在倍感欣慰：我那拗口矫情之古怪文风依然保存完好，就好像龙泉宝剑一日出山依然亮瞎我眼。

至此，我更加相信宇宙膨胀论：因为从自身小小经历来看，人格是可以扩展的，经验是可以递增的，性情是可以培养的，快乐是可以累积的，痛苦也是可以叠加的，所谓有了二胎就对大宝没那么疼爱也是无稽的——就好像乐高积木一样，总有新套件出厂来，可以稳稳立在已经拼接完毕的小宇宙之上再创新高。

然而我又终究依然是一个长情的人，如果我手里有一根麻辣烫的竹签，我依然首选叉取挚爱午餐肉；如果我在一千个裁缝里挑选一个师傅，我毫不犹豫会选择能将马卡龙色把握于股掌之间那位；如果天上飘来SpaceX高端定制的五百个近地小行星飞船，我大概会一把跳进那个摇晃在角落，通体粉红，船体舷窗有流畅椭圆转角的小家伙。

世界如此美妙，虽然阻挡不住我偶尔暴躁。世界太过复杂，我必须不断捡拾新的框架来给它造像。世界是时间编织的松紧拉环，也可以被人类想象肆意调节距离。相比十年之前，我仿若手中篮子大了许多倍的采蘑菇小妹，五颜六色菌菇积攒了更多，步履所及范围扩大许多倍，然心中迷惘热望一毫不损。

快哉乐也，仰头啸天，那清风明月正召集着漫天星儿，清吟今宵。

In the days of yore, my digital name was "Moon and Breeze awaiting for me". A moniker of grandeur, "Moon's Breeze" was the thing, As the great immortal Zhèn Yuán I saw, With moon and wind, my pupils, in awe.

Oh, how ethereal and whimsical it was then, A foot inserted in fantasies now and again, My eyes a storm of brilliance and unrivaled grace, Creativity a deluge, in my mental space.

Do not summarize me with artful youth's simple theme, For like an electron cloud, I wander, dream, Misted mountains and clouds veil my elusive way, My path hidden, beyond the reach of day.

Time, the greatest sorcerer, silently did conspire, A 540-degree transformation, it did transpire, Or perhaps reality's harsh lessons did teach, A high-efficiency membrane I did reach.

My restless, eager soul, rounded and packed, In constant battles between heaven and man, it's tucked, Stored in quiet peace, and yet I'm pleased, My quirky writing style is still seized.

Like a treasured sword, it still blinds my eye, In its presence, my old-fashioned tendencies lie, I believe in the universe's expansion you see, For one's personality, experience, joy can grow free.

Yet, still, I am a sentimental soul, Choosing luncheon meat with a spicy skewer's goal, Among tailors, the one who grasps macaron hues, Or the pink spaceship from SpaceX, that I would choose.

The world's wonderful, though my temper might flare, It's complex, and new frames I must constantly wear, It's a loop woven by time, adjustable by the human mind, A mushroom-gathering girl, more treasures to find.

Oh joyous and swift, I sing to the sky, The moon and wind are summoning stars on high, The world expands, my desires still burn, Lost yet eager, awaiting my turn.