Ink fragrance stains the fingers
Autumn wind, autumn moon, autumn killing people Publication date: September 15, 2011
The creek in my hometown Publication date: September 14, 2011
Men and women in this world Publication date: September 10, 2011
In the early morning, the autumn rain has been falling continuously for four days without stopping. Outside the window, a persistent haze envelops everything. Only the sincerity and liveliness of the rain enrich and enhance the connotation and clarity of the autumn morning. Slightly opening the window, a damp rainy smell greets me, teasing and tapping...
A gentle chant, talking about a romance unrelated to the seasons Publication date: September 15, 2011
Today is another Mid-Autumn Festival. Facing the 42nd Mid-Autumn Festival of my life truly stirs up some sadness. It seems that everything comes and goes so quickly, and before I know it, I've already entered the age of no confusion. Looking back on past events, many joys and sorrows, happiness and worries of life flash by like movies...
Osmanthus fragrance Publication date: September 12, 2011
Holding hands for a thousand years Publication date: September 10, 2011
October sunshine Publication date: September 16, 2011
In the early morning at work, the sky was dark and gloomy, with a gray mist everywhere. At the first intersection waiting for the red light, the fine rain slowly drifted down, landing on my face and instantly bringing a chill. The traditional Mid-Autumn Festival had just passed, and I thought: after this autumn rain, winter would not be far away. Riding my electric bike...
The lingering autumn rain falls endlessly, covering the sky and earth in mist. Rarely does such continuous overcast weather occur, allowing one to sit idly at home, savoring this moment of leisure. Staring blankly out the window, the vast vegetable garden disappears into the misty drizzle, and I don't know when the greenery of the garden will fade, evoking...
Villages' sheep Publication date: September 15, 2011
A cool breeze enters uninvited through the crack in the window, telling me: autumn has arrived. Silence swallows the noise of the city. The naked full moon, without the cicada's chirping, feels quieter and appears much thinner than in the height of summer. But gathering its strength, it remains elegant and refined...
Wild lilacs of the past Publication date: September 17, 2011
Borrowing a drizzle to preserve fleeting youth Publication date: September 14, 2011
A sorrowful tree written for Junxi and Enxi Whether you come or not, I will always stand here. Whether you go or not, I will always wait here. Whether you smile or not, I will always look here. Whether you cry or not, I will always grow here. Junxi asked Enxi: what do you hope to be in the next life...
Except during the busy farming season, sheep are rarely confined all day. They are usually taken out for grazing every day by their owners, similar to how urban residents take their pet dogs for walks daily. The reason sheep receive such favor from their owners is closely related to the price of mutton today...
The joy of summer in Yuele Publication date: September 14, 2011
Heartfelt autumn Publication date: September 17, 2011
Autumn has finally arrived as desired. I like the fresh green mornings of early spring, the crimson evenings of summer, and the snowy wilderness of winter, but I love the tranquil forests of autumn even more...
This summer, I met these old times. These old times are familiar to me. Wooden pillars, wooden windows, wooden doors... The color of the wood, eroded by time, has turned somewhat white. This is the authentic essence of antiquity...
Ink fragrance taints fingers, heart drunk between words Publication date: September 17, 2011
Two books I imagine that long ago, before there were humans on this planet, heaven and earth should have been like an open blank book. Later, as history evolved, Adam and Eve appeared in the changing seas, and from that moment onward, what was once a blank book was written into two deeply profound volumes...
Autumn has arrived as wished Publication date: September 12, 2011
A sorrowful tree Publication date: September 10, 2011
Speaking of doubts at the Mid-Autumn Festival at the age of no confusion Publication date: September 12, 2011
The Mid-Autumn Festival quietly arrives amidst eager anticipation, yet the bright moon lingers late in rising. The vast universe feels lonely, devoid even of starlight. Without the moonlight, appreciating the moon on the Mid-Autumn Festival naturally becomes a luxury...
In recent years, more and more people have become fond of outdoor activities such as hiking and camping. Unable to resist repeated invitations from friends, I also joined the ranks of outdoor enthusiasts. Although we call it outdoor activity, compared to real backpackers, we still differ significantly...
The atmosphere of summer nights always captivates. The sky is high and blue, the stars dense and bright, the wind carrying a touch of refreshing coolness. In this unique ambiance, I often experience sudden bewilderment: where am I now? Who am I at this moment?...
Holding hands for a thousand years On a quiet night, cold moonlight forms pairs, thus penning sorrowful sentiments. Without deliberate contemplation, wiping away stray tears, furrowed brows accumulate, youthful years flow like water. Often recalling you, dreams circle countless times, in past lives we soared together. Your green collar, your handsome face, the straw hut lit by oil lamps, an ancient yellow book accompanying you forever...
Silent autumn Publication date: September 12, 2011
Summer night emotions Publication date: September 14, 2011
I moved to the mine when I was eight years old and lived in the crowded slum area by the main road. Children raised in the countryside, accustomed to running wild in the fresh air and green fields, suddenly finding themselves in the city felt like being locked in a cage, losing their joy. Fortunately, we had our own ways to entertain ourselves, nearby small hills became our playgrounds...
Rainwater wildly dances on the tip of the tongue, like a moist flame burning itself. I stand behind the brightness, within the verses composed by the night, becoming my own moonlight, dancing happily without rhythm. Every step I enjoy...
Years pass lightly, love and hate leave wounds. Rain falls tracelessly, dream-like splendor unfolds. Tell you, my world never lacks loneliness! In the endless autumn rain, the night is divided peacefully by tall buildings, the wet excellence of raindrops akin to memories from another era, though actually only separated by a decade or so...
A village harbors our deeply ingrained agrarian consciousness. Only facing our hometown can dried thoughts sprout new buds. Gazing at the homeland, lush homesickness grows in the bird songs, spreading boundless verdancy. Peacefully silent, the village breathes evenly among undulating mountains...
Pollution of the soul Publication date: September 15, 2011
Autumn rain... Publication date: September 14, 2011
The pastoral song of autumn Publication date: September 15, 2011
Preface: Like a great river or a small stream, while flowing with the terrain, it changes the landscape of the areas it passes through; fate, like water, is the only constant that changes me + I change. My five elements are sea water, my zodiac sign is the water element Pisces, my destiny is that...
The last lotus stands gracefully by the water, filled with lyrical pastoral songs. Do you know my return is only to pull your drifting sleeve, because you are the pure imagination in my life. If tears could irrigate once, the white flowers in life will bloom in the pitch-black night. So tranquil, so melancholy...
River Yang Mid-Autumn Moon Publication date: September 14, 2011
Perhaps due to middle age, I often recall the bits and pieces of my youth when alone. The pink clover of spring, the golden rapeseed flowers; the shining rice paddies, the undulating frog croaks of early summer; the fragrant waves of autumn rice and the rustling red leaves in the small forest; but what I remember most often are...
Maybe at some moment in the office, my mind went completely blank, yet many trivial matters surged to my heart. Annoying, disheartening. On the path of walking, at some moment, my vision dimmed, seeing nothing, while my heart was full of sunshine. In front of the TV...
October sunlight is the most beautiful, October sunlight is the most reserved, October sunlight is the most charming, like a beauty's eyes, making one feel content and hard to calm. Breathing in the October sunlight, feeling the body so warm and light, the mood so comfortable...
Gazing at the homeland Publication date: September 15, 2011
At some moment Publication date: September 14, 2011
Jasmine blooms I don't know which morning, the sky just opened its sleeping eyes, a little jasmine flower shyly blossomed on the branch with its charming face, overflowing fragrance letting the jasmine proudly release its brief life. The breeze...
A village is a person's original source, carrying innate sorrow and melancholy, watching over us deep within our souls. It knows all our secrets and affairs. Before the village, we need no pretense. Being seen through, understood, all worldly and base things have nowhere to hide. It is also very...
Dancing in my own moonlight Publication date: September 14, 2011
August comes, osmanthus fragrance fills the air. Every morning upon opening the window, the familiar floral scent greets me, prompting several deep breaths. There are osmanthus trees in the garden downstairs. Every year at this time, the fragrance arrives as promised. However, I have never gone downstairs to see them, feeling that only the osmanthus from my hometown truly counts...
Jasmine blooms Publication date: September 10, 2011
Two books Publication date: September 12, 2011
Compared to the vast ocean that absorbs all rivers, and the majestic rivers, I believe my temperament is closer to that of a stream. In my innocent childhood, I sat by the stream in my hometown, washing my hands and feet, feeling the coolness of autumn penetrate through the water to my skin and bones. Sitting among the golden grass by the stream...
Men and women in this world Late at night, turning on the radio, I heard a man tell the host that he wanted to find the purest love in the world, so I listened to him talk further. This man had some literary knowledge and grew up in a single-parent family, his mother influencing his choices...
The role is not dependent on one's will, nor on the depth of one's education, it requires merely passion and enthusiasm, and that is enough for those who like words. People who like words are generally sentimental, often perceptive with many thoughts, naturally leading to more writing...
Reflections on autumn rain Publication date: September 15, 2011
Striving or not striving, ultimately leads to a destination. Willing or unwilling, it will eventually come to fruition. In July, plunging into Jiangnan. The seaside town in July is like a mischievous child! Crying and laughing, unpredictable weather. Perhaps this is the charm of Jiangnan! Emotions overflow without needing verbal expression. Unlike people saying 'I miss you' and then...
