I feel that these flowers fell on their own, and so did the snow. With my stomachache and loneliness, I saw you surrounded by black. The emotions in them are not only kind, but also, even more incompatible;
Like a passionate life, a passionate death; this is the life of weeds, and it is also our life; sick and yet loved.
I had thought about the embers faintly before, and this is them; the incident just happened, the edges of (it) curled up, and the wind blew the floating world, just like we were walking in the wind, but Li Dai looked at me and asked: Do you hate me?
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I looked at Li Ke's eyes, which seemed a little strange. No one spoke, and I felt its darkness. Just like, I also saw that the flowers were beautiful. Moreover, the temperature was 17C, and the air was filled with sweet osmanthus and moss.
The smell, my sense of smell, was delicious and gently dipped in it; I thought of Li Dai telling me that she liked being with me. I smiled and looked directly into her eyes, without words. In fact, at that time, I wanted to
Li Ke said: Forgive me for not waiting for you!
November 15th at 9:20: My journey has been in Lanzhou City, Gansu Province. Here, I saw the red forest. I suddenly thought that Luo Xiwen said again: I have been going like this. I am just as a part of things.
You can never escape from things. I and all sentient beings are originally just substitutes for each other.
We can always touch the light of the stars. I feel a kind of power in front of the beautiful things I made. I live in an Express Hotel. The floor is made of melamine boards. The stairs have a slow slope and are very wide, but it is a bit dark.
The atmosphere creates an accent that a pair of ears can appreciate. There is a corridor above the stairs, also made of wooden boards. When the host or tourists walk by, excessive sound is heard; I cannot help but feel my body and all the freedom it brings me about beauty.
Don’t give up the habit of sleeping in dreams in the morning. Maybe the cheap inns in Gannan are like this. They are simple and shabby, with a heavy musty smell. What catches the eye is the cold color from the thread-bound ancient books. No matter how low it is, it is seeping from above.
The water stains on the wall are of various colors... It's like time giving way to perishable things, lost, but can be picked up again but uncertain uneasiness, clear and beautiful, panic, like everything
What is a fait accompli is about to be lost in every corner of my body.
At 3:20 in the night: I looked at the dim lights not far away, and thought of Kurosawa Hikaru again. Maybe that’s why I have always liked his poem! He said. How many people died in desire, and how many good things.
It is bad until the disappearance of living things; maybe I know it, but I just don’t want to face it myself.
I cannot be the same as them, the divisions have been broken for them in the ages,
I tried hard not to leave any traces of letters and some photos on the ground. At that time, I realized that time here was like the fall of a rotten wooden rafter; I saw many moments that were stuck in them because of my entry.
At my own end, there, we are going in opposite directions. There is no need to find reasons and those songs. We are each other's spectators. When I look back, the guests who were sitting nearby stood up in the thick shadow;
I could clearly see that it was this octogenarian who was about to leave. He was as thin as the shadow of the cryptophylla plant behind him. When I saw the old man raise his arm, his wrist immediately froze, making a dance pose and then gently landed on the table.
; I think this does not make him lonely. He is at a high place, but he does not feel cold. He was once in the dual form of shape and cold color. The willow stick in his palm was covered with sand after contact with things.
grains, just like our bodies will occasionally produce worldly breath when they embrace each other;
I saw other people walking past him and saying hello to him, but the old man didn't speak. He just smiled every time I saw him. So I thought the old man was mute.
There was no sound of wind at this time. In such a cold autumn, I was walking alone by the lonely lake. The girls I met: Li Ke and Kondo Mei gradually appeared in the distance without knowing it. They seemed to be smiling at me.
The eyes were bright and warm, and then gradually became transparent and disappeared, and the cold invaded again, unable to stay. So I sat quietly under the yellow oak tree, with the cold wind blowing, but I didn't feel the cold.
At this time, Li Ke's fragrance and her warmth still seem to remain on my body. I have been sitting like this because I am afraid that as soon as I stand up, the warmth will leave me forever and never return. I think
People or things will also be forgotten, as if insects are like heaven, but the meaning is forever and cannot be forgotten.
I put my hands on the pockets of my coat and stared ahead. At this time, even I didn’t know what I was thinking. The wind was getting stronger and I felt colder. This place no longer belonged to me. I turned around and slowly
Walking towards the southeast, there were several lonely small pavilions located there, and I saw this old man sitting in the corner. The old man's hair was white.
I walked over and sat next to the old man. He looked at me, still calm and silent.
Grandpa, are you still here so late? Aren't your family worried? But he just smiled.
Do you smoke? I continued. The old man looked at the tobacco in my hand and took it; I lit it for him.
Although he still turned around and looked at the stars, I suddenly felt that he had the aura of stars on his body.
After a while, he put out the cigarette in his hand, looked at me again, and said: Young man, he is a nice person, do you know what he was like before?
Have you ever thought that, in a daze, for decades, you are doing things that you will never regret? I said that I didn't think so far back.
He smiled and said again: Were you ever locked up in solitary confinement as a child? What are your views on darkness?
I told him hesitantly that I had read Michelfoucault's words before: What's even worse is that when we enter modern civilization, we are already dead, and external forces have completely controlled us. However, there is a natural wonder in it.
Including material composition, human contradictions, and life becoming a prisoner of alienation. To be precise, we are five hours and eight minutes away from the end. So. I always wonder what the absolute darkness is about! The old man smiled after hearing what I said.
He said: What do you think about fiction and reality? I said I don’t know. But he suddenly smiled strangely and said to me inexplicably: Son! I think God will trust you until you can’t prove yourself.
So I smiled and asked: Are you saying that a certain god will take me away on a certain day?
Maybe I will write my teachings in the darkness, and the world will become bright again.