欣賞幾米的作品。有沉壓露新的暮春、炎悶獃氣的溽暑、涼蒼浪漫的深秋、及寒峭盛鬧的冬季。人生，有一個個巧合但無奈的際遇、有片片刻固心坎而又必須忘情的回憶；有歡樂的天氣、有鬱抑的空間；有點點分離、團聚、永別及恆久。
他的成名作品《向左走、向右走》- A Chance of Sunshine中， 摘錄了波蘭女文學家辛波絲卡 - Wislawa Szymborska 情詩 《一見鐘情》 - Love At First Sight 的頭一段。當我閱讀全詩後，很喜歡、很喜歡……並拙譯為中文版，與之分享…
…他們彼此深信，
是遽爾的激情把他倆緊扣一起。
是一種美麗的確定；
然而，萬變靡定的事，原是更美麗。
久未相識的他們，或許從不料及，
在秋豪無關的以往，
她與他曾於某個街角、某條樓梯或走廊，偶然擦身而過。
他倆可會記起，在那扇旋轉門內、差點兒臉碰臉的一刻？
是那句茫茫人海中的「對不起」、
抑或是那通「撥錯了號碼…」的電話。
……敢情他們早已忘掉……
他倆必被緣份由來尚矣的作弄，感到訝異不已。
那未到臨的緣份，欲來又止。它，
每每靠近、又瞬間折回；恍惚佇足他倆之間、遏捺著一搔一笑，
卻隨即躥到一旁。
縱使有片片印記、路路指引；
只是漫漶看不清的，也儘是徒然。
說不定是三年前、還是上個週二天…
那徐徐揚過肩膀的同一紙單張？
又或是曾拾取過的失物……
……莫非童年時，那個被扔於叢林內的皮球？
難道無數門紐或鈴鐘，都聚斂了彼此觸柒的指模……
是行李房內，互俟互倚的袋子…
還是某夜甦醒過來、卻驟然忘記的相同夢境？
每個開始，皆是種種的延續；
世事之多，猶如掀不盡的書。
(原文)
Both are convinced that a sudden surge of emotion bound them together.
Beautiful is such a certainty, but uncertainty is more beautiful.
Because they didn’t know each other earlier, they suppose that nothing was happening between them.
What of the streets, stairways and corridors where they could have passed each other long ago? I’d like to ask them whether they remember-- perhaps in a revolving door ever being face to face? An ”excuse me” in a crowd or a voice ”wrong number” in the receiver. But I know their answer: no, they don’t remember.
They’d be greatly astonished to learn that for a long time
chance had been playing with them. Not yet wholly ready to transform into fate for them
it approached them, then backed off, stood in their way and, suppressing a giggle, jumped to the side.
There were signs, signals: but what of it if they were illegible.
Perhaps three years ago, or last Tuesday did a certain leaflet fly from shoulder to shoulder?
There was something lost and picked up. Who knows but what it was a ball in the bushes of childhood.
There were doorknobs and bells on which earlier touch piled on touch.
Bags beside each other in the luggage room.
Perhaps they had the same dream on a certain night, suddenly erased after waking.
Every beginning is but a continuation, and the book of events is never more than half open.
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