这几天北京连续大雪并降温。北京是没有春秋两季的，夏天刚过冬天就到了。不过今天早上太阳意外的露了一下脸，匆匆上线报个道后就隐身了。

　　因感觉冷，晚上在回家的路上就一直酝酿着吃火锅。回来后，买了火锅底料、小料、一斤羊肉、一斤豆腐、一斤木耳、二斤生菜－－估计有些多了，果然，生菜根本没动。如果是以前的话，肯定还会去买瓶白酒的。不过因为酒的原因，得罪了一位最好的朋友，所以，这次一定得坚持戒了。

　　在吃火锅的时候，电脑的随机音乐播出了马修·连恩的Bressanon（布列瑟农），我听着听着竟然痴了，于是选择了“重复歌曲”模式，翻来覆去的听这首曲子。

　　这首歌曲是多年以前一位极好的朋友推荐给我的，是一首离别的曲子。曲子透露出了浓浓的深情与深深的喜爱。曲子从开头一串仿佛来自天籁的钟声，到结尾处呼啸而过隆隆渐去的火车声，让你的全部身心浸入在悠扬空灵的音乐里，让你产生一种撕心裂肺的忧伤。难道人的一生除了生离就是死别？我想，结尾处隆隆的火车声何不看作去追寻脚步？

　　马修·连恩（Matthew Lien）出生地在圣地亚哥，是首屈一指的音乐家，作家，摄影家，冒险家。这首歌的创作背景：

　　1992年，加拿大育空地方政府施行了一项名为“驯鹿增量”的计划，以变相扑杀狼群的方式，让原本因人类过度猎捕而数量锐减的驯鹿迅速繁殖。布列瑟农，那个安静的村庄，那个生长着温暖记忆的地方，顷刻间泊满离别的忧伤。这种起因于人却怪罪到狼的思考逻辑引发了马修·连恩创作《狼》的动机。由马修·连恩率领的30位音乐工作者，以音乐与人性记录了在原野上被人们大量屠杀的狼群的故事。耗时两年，以最直接的感情、最沉痛的呼吁，敲击着人们的心：育空河流域，狼群目睹着同伴断气在人类枪下的身影，它们的眼神中没有恐惧，只露出一股沉静，那是原野上的傲气天生的野性，在原野还能奔跑，血液尚未流尽之时，回首凝望，无法舔舐同伴的鲜血，就带着它的灵魂继续浪迹天涯.

　　bressanone收录于专辑《狼》,不过马修自己写的关于这首歌的创作心得，才是bressanone真正的创作背景，大致内容如下：

　　故事 　　作者：马修·连恩 　　日期：2002年2月20日 18:10 　　福利斯，你好 　　谢谢你的评论，现在给你自己冲杯热茶，坐好，我接下来给你说个关于bressanone的故事...... 　　几年前，我疯狂地爱上了一个年轻的女孩，还有，也爱上了南部蒂罗尔山区，它在意大利的北部，与奥地利接壤，就在勃伦尔山脉的南边（勃伦尔山脉正好把意大利和奥地利分隔开来）。 　　南部蒂罗尔曾经跟北部蒂罗尔（现在属于奥地利）和西部蒂罗尔（现在属于瑞士）是一个整体。这个地区的人说的是德国的一种方言，但是由于蒂罗尔被分割开来，而南部蒂罗尔变成意大利的一部分，所以这里的地名一般都有意大利文和德文两种名字。 　　总之呢...许多年前我给绿色和平组织工作，在那时候我遇上了一个让我心动的女孩子。我们是在加州的约塞米蒂国家公园归途中相遇的。自那以后，她回到科罗拉多州的绿色和平组织，最后回到纽约州去上学，而我则回到圣迭戈的绿色和平组织，并且最后回到我在加拿大育空地区的老家。 　　此后的几个月里我们不停地通讯。很快我们都希望能有更进一步的发展。她将要去意大利的佛罗伦萨学习艺术，我就要去德国的慕尼黑开始新的表演生活，跟一支叫“三月粉”的摇滚乐队...哈啊，没错，三月粉...那是另外一个故事了。 　　当我俩都在欧洲的时候，我们选了一个处在佛罗伦萨和慕尼黑之间的地方约会。这就是南部蒂罗尔的一个小镇，德文里面它叫“Brixen”，意大利文就是“bressanone”。Bressanone是个非常优美的小镇。它被小乡村包围着，而山谷中回响着教堂的钟声，山羊在牧场漫步，远处是高耸的白色山头。 　　我们在那里玩乐了几天，探索过周围的小乡村，还有彼此的心。离别的日子到了，她要回去的时候我陪着她去附近乡村的火车站，真是很令人沮丧啊，我们都要踏上各自的道路。流着泪水，我上了去火车站的公共汽车，在短短的40分钟路程里，我缓缓入睡了，在梦中，我隐隐约约地似乎听到了这样的一首歌，非常美妙的旋律和歌词。我醒来的时候，赶紧下了车，来到最近的咖啡店，把所听到的旋律和歌词写在一张餐巾纸上，好让我能够永远地记住它。 　　一年以后，我才有机会把这首歌录下来。在我的心里，永远会留个地方是给她，还有那些小乡村，和这首歌。 　　谢谢你这么认真地听我说。现在...是时候跟你同睡了，晚安!!! 　　:-) 　　马修

　　附原文： 　　The Story 　　by Matthew Lien 　　Date: 02-20-02 18:10 　　Hello Forrest, 　　Thank you for your comments. Now make yourself a cup of hot tea, sit back, and I'll tell you a story about Bressanone... 　　Several years ago, I fell deeply in love with a young woman, and also with a part of northern Italy known as South Tyrol. It borders Austria, just south of the Brenner mountain pass which separates Italy from Austria. 　　South Tyrol used to be joined with North Tyrol (now a part of Austria) and West Tyrol (now a part of Switzerland). The people of this area speak a dialect of German. But since Tyrol was divided and South Tyrol became a part of Italy, all the place names are in both German and Italian. 　　Anyway... I once worked for Greenpeace many years ago, where I met a young woman who melted my heart. We met while on a retreat in California's Yosemite National Park. After the retreat, she returned to the Colorado Greenpeace office, and eventually went back to school in New York state. I returned to the San Diego Greenpeace Office, and eventually went back to my home in the Yukon, Canada. 　　Over the months we stayed in touch. Soon we discovered that we would both be close again. She was going to study art in Florence, Italy, and I was going to live in Munich, Germany performing with a rock band called "Marching Powder"... ahhhh yes, Marching Powder... but that's another story. 　　When we were both in Europe, we made arrangements to meet in a place that was close to being between Florence and Munich. This was the South Tyrolian town called "Brixen" in German, or "Bressanone" in Italian. Bressanone is a beautiful town surrounded by small villages high in the mountain valleys with churches ringing and sheep in the meadows, and the awesome peaks of the Dolomite mountains towering beyond. 　　We spent several days exploring the mountain villages and each other's hearts. And when the day came for her to return, I took her to a train station in a nearby village, and we said goodbye. It was very sad to be going our own ways again. With tears in my eyes, I got on a bus and headed for the train station in Bressanone. During the short 40 minute bus ride, I fell asleep. And while I slept, I had a dream in which I could hear this song, complete with the words and music. When I awoke, I got off the train and went to the nearest coffee shop to write the words and music on a napkin, so I would not forget. 　　It was years later when I finally recorded the song. I will always have a place in my heart for her... and for that village... and for this song. 　　Thank you for listening. Now... off to bed with you!!! 　　:-) 　　Matthew

　　2、歌词 　　Here I stand in Bressanone with the stars up in the sky 　　Are they shining over Brenner 　　and upon the other side you would be a sweet surrender 　　I must go the other way 　　And my train will carry me onward though my heart would surdly stay 　　Wo my heart would surely stay 　　Mow the clouds are flying by me 　　and the moon is the rise I have left stars behind me 　　they were disamondsin your skies 　　You would be a sweet surrender 　　I must go the other way 　　And my train will carry me onward though my heart would surely stay 　　Wo my heart would surely stay

　　我站在布列瑟侬的星空下 　　而星星，也在天的另一边照着布列勒。 　　请你温柔的放手，因我必须远走。 　　虽然，火车将带走我的人，但我的心，却不会片刻相离。 　　哦，我的心不会片刻相离。 　　看着身边白云浮掠，日落月升。 　　我将星辰抛在身后，让他们点亮你的天空 。