冬雨

我愛在淡淡的太陽短命的日子/臨窗把喜愛的工作靜靜做完/才到下午四點，便又冷又昏黃/我將用一杯酒灌溉我的心田/多麼快，已到嚴酷的冬天/我愛在冬晚圍著溫暖的爐火/和兩三昔日的好友會心閒談/一千著北風吹得門窗沙沙地/而我們回憶著快樂無憂的往年/人生的樂趣也在嚴酷的冬天 - 穆旦
窗外有零星聖誕燈亮起,酒後有暖暖小村製糖水.樓梯街下一場寧靜午後雨、綠樹山嵐間畫滿迷糊垂直的線、 太平山街的天空如常染藍變幻,大坑夜燈街旁如常令我想起梵高的Café Terrace at Night, 數場變天,數場冬雨後,剩下的,只有十四度. 想要一棵，有松香的，聖誕樹。

'An immense yellow lantern illuminates the terrace, the facade, the side walk and even casts light on the paving stones of the road which take a pinkish violet tone. The gables of the houses, like a fading road below a blue sky studded with stars, are dark blue or violet with a green tree. Here you have a night painting without black, with nothing but beautiful blue and violet and green and in this surrounding the illuminated area colours itself sulfur pale yellow and citron green. It amuses me enormously to paint the night right on the spot. Normally, one draws and paints the painting during the daytime after the sketch. But I like to paint the thing immediately. It is true that in the darkness I can take a blue for a green, a blue lilac for a pink lilac, since it is hard to distinguish the quality of the tone. But it is the only way to get away from our conventional night with poor pale whitish light, while even a simple candle already provides us with the richest of yellows and oranges.' Van Gogh, 1888