Passing by Beibei District, Chongqing on the 24th, I drove over the viaduct, and suddenly I remembered this passage from Theodore Rothko's poem in Korolenko's novella "The Blind Musician": We see a bright light at the end of the tunnel, that
It's a train coming.
It seems that only those images that sink to the bottom of the water and never decay are the answer to the mystery; but for the public, the most sensational event in China this month is not the full moon photo taken by China and the imprisonment of Chen Shui-bian, but Annie Yi
) and Huang Weide's unlucky love affair. Or, I think the Chinese nation is too ancient, so ancient that with just one move, it is possible to connect with the past; moreover, with their own arrogance and prejudice, they cannot ignore the existence of the other.
But in the iron Chongqing Forest, I felt that the expressions around me were always so blurry and jagged. The originally clear faces were distorted and presented with nothing more than some fragments of light, which were only illuminated by it for a brief moment. More was left.
Ashes. There is no place cleaner than here. The tunes of street singers are muted quickly, hidden in the somewhat dry atmosphere. And I see that everything in the mountain city above is still the same as before. For example, the sky is a little gloomy, and the wind is unusually strong.
The ground allowed it to break or be shaken, but it could not change it. The figure in the distance kept changing various angles under the light sunlight; it also blew my thoughts to the ground, as if broken, and there was no sound anymore.
Good, I put it back where it was. It started to get slow.
I remember that it was always summer, and the sun was always so bright. They and I always wore cotton T-shirts, jeans, and white canvas shoes. Shen Nianjie, like me, liked to smoke stronger tobacco, such as Russian kocmoc; this girl
He likes to squat on the side of the road and bask in the sun. He likes to look at me quietly without saying anything, and then suddenly pounces on me and makes me scream. At that time, we seemed to have nothing to do every day. KTV, Internet cafes, hiking, and drinking.
I still remember that Xiao Shen’s father caught us hooking up with each other in a small restaurant at the gate of
Think?" "If you keep doing this, I'll fucking cripple your legs!"
Now, as a stranger, I tell the world and you who are far away
Whoever is not sad at this time does not need to build/whoever is lonely at this time will be lonely forever.
I think my character and temperament are very different from these petals, as if my naked eyes cannot recognize the symbols presented, and have been lost in the density of the population, various sayings and beautiful writers; I am thinking of Jack...
Kerouac's is on the way, but I know this is not a chaotic symphony. It is impossible for us to track it. But how to go through the remaining 2 weeks to correct my mood and not make me sad in sub-zero temperatures. Or, just meditate.
Sometimes I think it will emit a sharp howl. When I lit a cigarette next to the enchantingly lit Jinhe Road Station billboard, a few moments later hands covered my eyes from behind, and with a snap of my fingers I thought of Cui Jian:
You asked me what I saw, and I said I saw happiness.
At that time, I saw all the sunlight shining on Shen Nianjie's body, and no shadow fell. And Shen Nianjie was sitting on a nearby low cabinet, with a pair of black dancing shoes inside. She lowered her head and smoked a cigarette, the kind from Zhongnanhai, with white
The filter was clearly extinguished between her fingers, and the smoke wrapped around her lonely and faded away reluctantly.
Shen Nianjie still felt that the dance she had rehearsed was not perfect enough. She wanted to change a few moves to make the whole dance smoother. The place was paved with smooth parquet floors and had a floor-to-ceiling mirror that occupied the entire wall. It suited them very well. After they had rehearsed this dance countless times, now, suddenly, the whole space suddenly became empty. I found that this emptiness was hidden in the ears of the dancers, and then quickly expanded into loneliness. So .They each returned to their own corner.
I know that this girl can not only dance, there are six of them, but she is the only beauty and the lonely lead dancer; the footsteps of these six people become soft in the ground. Behind them, you can see a roof with a long Moss and some weeds. But yes, sunshine, there is a lot of warm sunshine here, but the destiny of this space is to dance.
Shen Nianjie gently opened the CD with her fingertips. This is the secret of gopi's dance. Gopi: She raised her left leg, bent over, and danced her right arm vigorously, gently shaking every joint. Suddenly she The movements became faster and more powerful, like waves. I saw Shen Nianjie tilting her head back, shaking her black hair, and her eyes were bright and blurry. We held our breath and admired their intentions. Dancing in the wind , in the early summer scenery, it may be gorgeous, or quiet, or it may be so ethereal. It floats gently in my eyes. So, I feel some unusual heartbeats. I clearly feel that my heart is clear because of it. I see Her movements slowed down, and with the muffled sound of electronic music, her movements also became mechanical, twisted, and cold. The red rope on her wrist was soaked with sweat, like a blood flower, the sudden traveler's intention, at first Hidden in her body movements, now blooming and becoming more and more coquettish.
I looked at the dancer until the smoke between my fingers burned out, and a section of ashes broke off and fell to the cold ground. However, I thought I would probably leave at this time, but I was just attached to it, and the road might be too long. There is no other way. , only with more thorough interest can we have their most delicate appearance. However, I looked back and saw those school members standing on one foot in silence, their eyes were glazed over like zombies. This girl's dancing is so graceful! Like the beautiful Zabia jasmine, full of mystery, they are dancing, stunning and enchanting. And as I thought, they are all jealous of me: Shen Nianjie suddenly took my right hand and walked on the road, as if forever!! !