Perhaps truly nostalgic for the last dark night, I finished the words that had been started but left unfulfilled, and found myself enveloped in darkness. Looking at the time, it was already past two in the morning. At this moment, all was silent, yet I couldn’t delve deeper into the night. So, I indulged myself in wandering amidst the blackness.
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Rainy Days Train of Thought Published Date: September 14, 2011
The yearning-filled drizzle danced in the air, entwined in a season of rain, hesitating and watching for a long while. Gazing at the red walls and green tiles of yesteryear, they have now faded under the merciless passage of time, leaving only boundless dimness and沧桑 (cang1 sang1 - vicissitudes/aged appearance). With delicate hands playing with a tuft of hair, a determined gaze follows what lies ahead...
My thoughts of you haven’t ceased. Even when walking with others, I am reminiscing about every subtle expression of yours, your moments of seriousness, your sulking helplessness, and even your childlike manner of coquetry and mischief. I think I only possess the memories you gave me, yet I still...
Frequently, I recall such a pot of flowers, fresh and fragrant, elegant in pale yellow hues, blooming with full effort, falling to become spring soil; Frequently, I recall such a scene, bathed in sunlight, moistened by dew, the peach and plum trees turning red, warming everyone's hearts; Frequently, I recall such a bond, nurturing trees for ten years, cultivating people for a hundred...
Listening to the Wind and the Moon Chanting, Savoring Tea to Unravel Heart Sounds Published Date: September 9, 2011
After enduring the spring breeze and summer passion; October, stepping into autumn, entering a season of maturity and harvest. The northern summer is brief, like the straightforward character of northerners, speaking without pretense—hot when it’s hot, and immediately moving on. Thus, the autumn wind seems to be rushing, galloping...
On this night last year, the memory lingers, cool as water. Overflowing streams cover mountain paths, another year of summer's Qixi Festival. Short summer nights end with dawn breaking at the fourth watch, the endless night unresolved. In the hazy night, I cannot find those two stars. Separated by the Milky Way, they eventually disperse, leaving behind longing without form. Amidst this memory-laden...
Thoughts Drifting in the Night Published Date: September 15, 2011
Sitting alone in the quiet night, contemplating under the dim yellow light, feeling the vast emptiness around me, the wandering thoughts flow through my bones, the traces of fleeting years bearing the aged emotions within me. If the gentle breeze has feelings, then the bright moon can bear witness, what cannot be erased is the lingering melancholy...
Dragon Boat Festival Reflections Published Date: September 10, 2011
The autumn of the north arrives with light steps, carrying tears of sorrow. Unknown when, the rain began to fall, fine as silk threads, light and thin, unheard in its pitter-patter, unfelt in its drenching. It merely feels like a misty haze of dampness, shapeless, intangible...
Filled with sunshine and love inside, the sights before one’s eyes will surely be peaceful everywhere. [One] I seem to have gotten accustomed to writing texts related to emotions, whether familial love, romantic love, or friendship. Many writings cannot escape the word "emotion." On that day, I remained as usual caught up in these...
Outside the window, the autumn rain trickles continuously. The locust tree gradually loses its summer lushness, the chirping of cicadas replaced by the chirps of crickets. The vast wilderness is misty and blurred. A wave of autumn rain brings a wave of coolness, the cold permeating the sky, hollow and cool, bewildering. Time flows thus! The sound of time passing swiftly by...
Butterflies Intoxicated by Flowers, Yet Flowers Fly with the Wind Published Date: September 10, 2011
Sometimes, there appear to be many coincidences, all unforeseeable. But when these coincidences happen to the same person, perhaps it is fate. Fate, the heart also, majestic intentions lie in lofty mountains, grand intentions flow in running waters. Heart-to-heart resonance creates coincidence. Today, light rain, gently...
The Mundane World Rolls On, Seasons Sing Like Songs Published Date: September 9, 2011
Clouds Deeply Locked Published Date: September 15, 2011
Quiet Pathways Published Date: September 11, 2011
[One] Fragrance Flows Subtly. The night, like water. Outside the window, the osmanthus tree, unknowingly, has stored up flower buds fine as moss, subtly sending out fragrance, quietly seeping into the heart. Again, it is the time when osmanthus perfumes the air. Suddenly realizing, in two days, it will be Teachers' Day once more. Remembering that in June, I had participated in a teacher-related event...
In the shallow autumn, I carefully gather the unique flavors of autumn, connecting drops of warmth, enjoying serenity, recording the drifting, fragrant thoughts. Preface [One] Softly chanting, the essence of autumn Southern autumns always arrive late. Often thinking so, when we notice it is autumn, autumn has already...
In a moment of familiarity, the wind blows through the shattered years, looking at the sky, at the snow, at the flowers, at the deep shadows of seasons. A wandering life, the clamor of the mundane world, those burdens, those unspeakable vicissitudes, letting fallen flowers gather into mounds, their fragrant dust severed. We keep searching for that which we all share...
I am in the south of Jiangnan, you are in the rivers of the north, separated by the river of time, wildly growing. I watch from afar, you remain far away, connected merely by a thread of sincerity. Perhaps, many years later, we will still be so, knowing each other as clearly as mirrors, attacking to the ends of the earth. Preface [One] Meetings sing like songs...
Those Distant Moonlights Published Date: September 9, 2011
Osmanthus cycles year after year, remembering the tree admirer of old. Reading these few characters, my heart trembles intensely. Our time together grows narrower, our hearts increasingly desolate. I have grown accustomed to silence, accustomed to placing those intricate secrets deep within my heart. Only the wind carries the scent of times past...
Music Accompanies Those with Hearts Published Date: September 12, 2011
Later, Staying Apart at the Edge of the Sky Published Date: September 17, 2011
What I Read from Autumn Leaves Published Date: September 10, 2011
A Tranquil Cool Night, Leaving Behind Only the Desolation of Withered Splendor. Silently, I begin to reminisce, mourning that sorrowful yet sweet period of youth. I wish to go to that familiar yet strange city, to see that person who makes me unable to let go, purely a simple thought...
My Autumn Published Date: September 15, 2011
Faint Yearning, Misty Heart Published Date: September 10, 2011
Peaches and Plums Speak Not, Yet Their Teachers' Grace Is Never Forgotten Published Date: September 10, 2011
Autumn Wind Bears Tears, What Causes Such Longing, the Moonlit Night Without End, Yearning Late, Where Are You? Preface That day, you smiled so serene, gracefully moving, awakening the wind chimes by the windowsill. The pleasant music, clattering, like pearl earrings dropping. This scene, the wind banner awakened, the lonely phoenix leaves unwillingly floating...
Endless autumn rain falls, seemingly a cold remnant sky, scattering gloomy sorrowful tears, and then forgetting morning and evening, forgetting time. In the unfinished September, autumn rain brings the chill of autumn, like a veil of thin gauze suddenly dropped, instantly shielding much of the bustling noise and disturbances under the sun...
Autumn lacks the vibrant reds and purples of spring, the singing birds and dancing swallows; nor does it have the bird calls and cicada songs, lush branches of summer; but autumn has the blooming chrysanthemums, the fragrant osmanthus, the bountiful fruits, the joy after harvest, a sense of accomplished success. I love autumn, enjoying how autumn slowly...
It Was You Who Accompanied Me to See the Most Beautiful Fireworks Published Date: September 11, 2011
August arrived, not showing any signs of summer. Cool breezes brought a few strands of fine rain, gently touching the skin. Not mixed with any sadness, it simply fell.
Perhaps, the fine rain lifted the veil of memories; perhaps, time washed it clean; or perhaps, memories could not hide in time; also...
Autumn finally came, though the sun still burned with summer-like passion during the day, the refreshing breeze and the yellow and brown leaves scattered across the grasslands signaled the arrival of autumn. (One) Silent Moonlight As the Mid-Autumn Festival approached, the moon at night transformed from a crescent sickle-shaped yellow glow to nearly full roundness...
Lift Your Head, Welcome the Sunshine Published Date: September 11, 2011
As the Mid-Autumn Festival approaches again. Night falls, the full moon hangs high, the hazy night colors retreat like an ebbing tide. I step onto the balcony, allowing the moonlight to bathe my entire body. Looking up, my thoughts spread like the moonlight...
My childhood was spent in the countryside. In the village, the Mid-Autumn Festival was a busy holiday, even if...
In Memories, Who Was the Stranger Passing Through Published Date: September 11, 2011
Through the journey, storms have roared. Tasting the sour and spicy flavors, admiring the thorny dirt and sand. Suddenly looking back, I realized: time flowed downstream, the sunset squatted in the mountain hollow. Beautiful youth has passed, white hair dances in the wind. Do not indulge in memories, do not paint with tear-streaked flowers. Don't you see, the red...
Milan, Gentle Emotions Published Date: September 12, 2011
(One) Once We Met The wind just made a turn, meeting the leaf. The clouds were slightly moved, meeting the rain; and I seemed to have waited for several centuries, to meet you in this lifetime. Initially, our meeting was so unintentional. Just at the school gate...
Years Confuse Life Published Date: September 8, 2011
Shallow Autumn, Light Fragrance Published Date: September 10, 2011
Years Spin, If We Were to Meet As Before Published Date: September 17, 2011
A cluster of garden melon vines flowers smoothly crossed my line of sight, and I was delighted to often encounter such nameless yet moving beautiful impressions along my work route. The city where I work is industrially prosperous, almost entirely dominated by foreign residents. Every year, as the year-end approaches, I deeply feel...
Tired of the western clouds and skies; tired of the birds returning home. Only a returning heart cuts off the motive to fly. The streets are so quiet, quiet enough to hear the dripping of water from the air conditioner below the balcony. The scorching sun has lasted too long, I forgot the beginning of autumn. I only felt a stove following me. However, autumn has finally come...
Looking at the calendar pages getting fewer and fewer as the distance to the Mid-Autumn Festival decreases, thinking about how close the Mid-Autumn Festival is to me, seeing the clear glow of the new moon in the night sky, I saw the deep embrace of the early autumn night in August and a new crescent moon. The rise of a new crescent moon again lets me...
Tranquil Years, My Peaceful Heart Published Date: September 15, 2011
Once We Met, Why Bother to Know Each Other Published Date: September 11, 2011
Weather: Cloudy Turning to Light Rain Turning to Cloudy Mood: Indescribable Feeling Today is the Dragon Boat Festival. Light rain dances, cool winds sweep disorderly, sensing the times and recalling the past, I remember: The Dragon Boat Festival happened to coincide with wild storms, village children still wearing old clothes; Inviting friends heavily equipped with straw capes and hats, daring to linger in the thatched cottages despite muddy paths; Friends with heartfelt sincerity treated as family, no money...
Meeting Published Date: September 10, 2011
A New Crescent Moon in Water-Like Sky Published Date: September 10, 2011
Autumn Shattered Pieces Published Date: September 15, 2011
Wind Chimes Outside the Window Published Date: September 16, 2011
Elaborating on Past Events Published Date: September 15, 2011
Butterflies get drunk on flowers, yet flowers fly with the wind; Flowers dance and shed tears, flowers cry and petals scatter; Flowers bloom for whom they fade, flowers fade for whom they mourn. Autumn sorrow, the past, grief, destiny. Life always performs too many stories about opposites. In fact, we are all the same, laughing at others' stories, yet crying over our own...
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