内容提要
王 者 之 韵
——天鹅素描
车吉心
那是一个面向东方的海湾，一个浅浅的海湾，一个静静的海湾。
西天的晚霞甜甜地吻着海面，留下一抹火红。
火红的海，没有一丝风，没有一滴浪，没有一点声。恰似一块凝固的玉，一匹火红的练。
湾畔，那一棵棵、一丛丛的芦苇花，高擎着火炬，拥抱着海湾，把靓丽的身姿映印在水面。
苇丛后的那一株株、一片片黛色松林，仪仗兵士般地披红挂彩，昂首挺胸，庄严护卫着金色的沙滩。
海滩上成群成队的鸥鸟，不歌、不舞、不鸣，默默地眺望着北方天穹。
静静的海湾，燃烧的海湾，肃穆的海湾，你在为谁而妆扮，为谁而庄严，为谁而肃立？
哦，你在期盼着一个伟大的时刻，你在等待着远方的客人，你在迎候着那日思夜盼的尊贵的使者——天鹅的归来哟！
来了，近了，终于归来了！
你看那遥远火红的北方，你听那朔风劲吹的北方，那排山倒海的阵势，那惊天动地的呼声，一行行，一队队，一群群，一个方向，一个目标，飞翔着，吟唱着，呼唤着，一路高歌，一路向前。向着这静静的海湾，向着这久违的家园飞来——亮蹼、展翅、滑翔、着水、降落……刹时，一片片水花，一串串珍珠，一层层波涛，铺天盖地，翻天覆地，欢天喜地。刹时，静静的海湾变成了歌的海洋，舞的海洋，欢乐的海洋。姐妹们，弟兄们，夫妻们扑打着，歌唱着，追逐着，诉说着一路的艰辛，冲洗着一路的风尘……
啊，遥远的西伯利亚，神奇的贝加尔湖，漫漫天路，万里征程，风雪雷电，饥寒劳顿，几多艰难，几多磨难，而今日，迎着朔风，披着晚霞，终于回家了！
啊，天鹅，我心中的天使，我心中的女神，我心中的英雄，你浑身洋溢着圣洁之美，王者之美，阳刚之美。
天鹅，我赞美你圣洁之美：你洁白如雪，俊如天使；你彬彬有礼，落落大方；你娇态万重，婉转传神；你庄严高尚，仁厚爱人；你天性温柔，行动妍媚。你嗓音是那样的嘹亮，你步态是那样的潇洒。你亮翅的风度，你起飞的气势，你滑翔的风韵，也都是那样的绅士，那样的俊秀，那样的豪迈，就连你睡姿也是那么美，那么甜，那么安然，简直像一团雪，一朵云，一首诗，任海浪飘来扯去，大海成了你终生的摇篮。是啊，天鹅，你是千百羽族世界伟大文明的缔造者，你是集水上万千鸟类之美的大成者，你是我心中最圣洁的白马王子。
天鹅，我赞美你王者之美。王者，首也，威也，势也。水中之王，你当之无愧。你有与生俱来的天资，你有与生相伴的美质。你知道自己高贵的身世，你明白自己庄严的使命。你有威势，有力量，有勇气，但绝不滥施权威；你能征战，能讨伐，能决胜，但绝不攻击别人；你敢于与空中的霸主对阵，你善于与水上强敌搏杀，但你绝不滥用武力。你同水上天下和谐相处，你与邻里友邦相亲相爱，你与家族老幼相敬如宾。你统帅的是千军万马，你期盼的却是公平、宁静与自由，你凭借着自己的美德和智慧治理着水上世界，你是禽鸟世界的尊者，你是和谐社会的英明君王。
天鹅，我赞美你阳刚之美。观天鹅起降的阵列式，那实在是人生一大享受，一大兴事，一大陶醉，一大震撼。一声鸣叫，群鹅亮翅，浪花翻滚，直冲云汉，大有山呼海啸、翻江倒海之势，展示着你群族所向无敌的威严。天鹅，你粗嗓音，高调门，挺胸脯，猛亮翅，一身的阳刚之气，你是禽鸟世界中真正的男子汉，为了家族的生息繁衍，你冬来春去，南北迁徙，跋山涉水，风餐露宿，个个都是钢铁汉，只只高唱前进歌，为了后代，为了未来，为了希望，一路向前一路歌，无怨无悔，义无返顾。
天鹅，你是火的性格，冰的性情，钢铁的意志，水样的柔情。当你走尽人生路，在临终弥留之际，你是唯一为自己唱着挽歌告别世间的奇鸟。你留恋这个世界，你敬慕这个家族，你怀念这群伙伴。挽歌唱起，如怨如泣，悲凉哀伤，你高昂着脖子走了，你挥着泪告别了，你在高歌中重生了！
又是一个春风吹拂的早晨。还是这汪静静的海湾，还是这丛燃烧的芦苇花，还是这排默默耸立的松林，还是这般火热，还是这般庄严。此情此景，只是啊，这不是昨天的迎候，而是今天的壮行。
你从冰雪中走来，你却从春风和气中走去，漫漫数万年，一代又一代，你早习惯了风雪，习惯了长征，你透过征途中的苦难看到了家族的未来和希望。
呼唤啦，列队了，起飞！又一次的邀群呼众，又一次的排山倒海，又一次的振聋发聩，又一次告别，又一个轮回，盘旋呵，致意，一次又一次，一圈又一圈，终于调转方向，毅然地向着北方的家恋恋地去了！
别了，可爱的天鹅，我心中的美神，祝你一路走好，盼你今冬再归！
^_^
The Charm of Royalty
—A Sketch of Swans
It's a gulf facing the east, a shallow and quiet gulf.
Sunset clouds in the western sky are immersed in kissing the sea surface gently, leaving a floating red.
Flaming sea, no trace of wind, or wave, or sound. Just like a congealed jade, a scarlet silk.
Beside the gulf, clusters of reed catkins are in full bloom and embracing the gulf, the beautiful figures are mirrored on the water.
Against the reed catkins, a stretch of black green pine trees stand with heads holding high, guarding the golden sandy beach stately.
On the beach, swarms of seagulls are looking into the northern vault of heaven silently, without singing, dancing and sounding.
Quiet, flaming and solemn gulf, for whom are you dressing up, keeping stately and standing respectfully?
Ah, you are expecting a great moment, waiting for a guest from afar, and greeting the return of the honorable envoy_swans that you missed day and night.
They are coming and returning at last!
Look at the distant and red north, listen to the blowing wind in the north, the scene with overturning force, the world-shaking sound. Rows, columns and groups of swans are going in the same direction for the same goal, flying, chanting and shouting. They chant and go forward all the way. Flying towards the quiet gulf, home from which they have been separated for a long time_they show their webs, unfold their wings, glide, touch the water and descend. In a split of second, patches of foam, clusters of pearls, layers of wave seem to block out the sky, shake the world and become wind with joy. In the twinkling of an eye, the quiet gulf changes to a sea of singing, dancing and happiness. Sisters, brothers and couples swat, sing, run after each other and recount their hardships of a long journey.
Oh, distant Siberia, miraculous Lake Baikal, a long journey full of hardships and difficulties. Today, you finally get home, facing the north wind under the sunset clouds.
Oh, swans, angel in my heart, goddess in my heart, hero in my heart. You are holy and pure, noble and masculine.
Swans, I praise your sanctity. You are snow-white, as beautiful as an angel. You are polite and graceful. You are full of sweet and charming manner, agreeable and vivid. You are stately and noble, kind and generous. You are gentle by nature, with gorgeous behaviors. Your voice is so resonant; your steps are natural and elegant. Your manner of unfolding wings, your momentum of taking off and your charm of gliding are so gentle, pretty and heroic. Even your posture in sleep is so beautiful, sweet and free from worry, like a ball of snow, a cloud, and a poem, floating on the wave. The sea is your cradle throughout your life. Yes, swans, you are the founder of the great civilization in the kingdom of birds, you epitomize the beauty of thousands of birds, you are the holy and pure Prince Charming in my heart.
Swans, I praise you for your royal beauty. Royalty implies ranking first, having power and influence. You are worthy of the name ?King in Water?. You have inborn gift and beauty. You know your noble life experience and understand your solemn mission. You have influence, power and courage, but never misuse your authority. You are able to fight, command troops and win, but never attack others. You are brave enough to fight against the overlord in the air; you are good at combating with the mighty enemy on the water, but you never abuse your force. You are in harmony with all kinds of living things; you are affectionate to neighbors; you are courteous to family members. You command thousands upon thousands of troops, however, you expect justice, peace and freedom. You govern the marine world by your virtue and wisdom. You are the one being respected in the world of birds; you are the wise monarch of the harmonious society.
Swans, I praise you for your masculinity. It is comfortable, interesting, intoxicating and shocking to watch the parade of swans? taking off and landing. With a chirping, the waves roll. Swarms of swans unfold their wings, and soar into the sky overwhelmingly, displaying the invincible prestige of your family. Swans, with husky voice, high pitch and spirit, you show your masculinity when unfolding wings. You are the true man in the world of birds. For the life and procreation of your family, you leave in spring and return in winter, migrate between the south and the north, travel over land and water, and get used to the hardships of living. Each swan is tough, each one insists on going forward. For offspring, for the future, for the hope, you will go forward and sing throughout the journey without complaints and regrets and never consider turning back.
Swans, you have red-hot character, cool temperament, iron will and mild passion. When you reach the end of your life, when you are on the verge of death, you are the only extraordinary birds who sing a dirge for yourselves and say goodbye to the world. You feel nostalgic for this world, you admire this family, and you cherish your memories of companions. When the dirge is sung sadly, you leave the world with heads holding high and tears in eyes. You get a rebirth in the singing.
Another morning with spring breeze. The gulf is still quiet, the reed catkins are still flaming, the pine trees still stand silently, and the scene is still burning, hot and solemn. However, the scene is not the greetings, but a farewell.
You come from the icy world, but leave in the warmth of the spring. During thousands of years and generations, you have already got used to hardships and long march, because you can find family's future and hope through the hardships on the journey.
Call your companions, line up and take off! Invite friends again, quake the earth again, enlighten the benighted again, say goodbye again, and turn back again. Wheel in and out, salute once more. Finally, you turn around and fly to your home in the north sentimentally but determinedly.
Farewell, lovely swans, the goddess of beauty in my heart. Wish you a good journey and I will be looking forward to your return this winter!
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