公元311年十一月十五日深夜,寒风凄厉,漫天飞雪
“魂兮......”
“归来......”
“何为乎四方些......”
“魂兮归来......”
“舍君之乐处......”
“而离彼不祥些......”
“魂兮归来......”
“无东无西......”
“无南无北......”
“极目千里兮......”
“伤心悲......”
“魂兮......”
“归来......”
“归故乡......”(改编自《楚辞》中的《招魂》一篇。)
一只饱经风霜的大手......
轻抚着那冰凉而又粗糙的灵柩......
那满目的悲戚......
还有瘆人的吟唱......
无一不让明月的寒毛倒竖......
从未听说过贾彦度对鞠特有如此深厚之谊......
难道这两人作为曾经一生的对手,反而有着旁人无法理解的惺惺相惜?!
不然这吟唱之声......
为何如此凄凉......
如此孤寂......
明月低头看了看案几上贾彦度改了又改的祭文......
那一句句发自肺腑的言辞......
无一不让人潸然泪下......
“鞠特啊鞠特......,真没想到......,你这老小子竟然先我一步而去?!”
“都说我贾彦度如今叱咤风云,号令群雄,甚是风光无限......”
“可又有谁能明白?!”
“这举目四望......”
“那当年英豪......”
“竟是......”
“只剩下老夫一人......”
“如今......”
“君在棺中......”
“匹在“火”中......”
“所吟《招魂》......”
“犹如共勉......”