In recent years, I have loved to use the few remaining words to write something that doesn't seem like anything, expressing emotions that don't seem like anything. I'll put up two random texts I wrote last month for everyone to mock and play with.
The trees move with falling leaves, all sounds are silent, alone guarding the empty mountains with a long flute. The sound of bamboo is crisp, the wind sounds towering, the music is drunk and the shadows disappear.
In a momentary glimpse, leaves move and grass rustles, strange shadows are heard with a faint flute. The heart of the wood moves, evil spirits scatter, and obstacles are broken.
Blue flowers bloom on the shady embankment, sparse trees remain in the empty mountains, watching friends ride into the sky. Who sees, the silk braids flutter in the mundane world.
The parasol tree locks in spring and autumn, already breaking free, walking alone in the brilliance as the rain retreats. I once thought, Shi An dared to come and disturb things?
The texts I wrote can be said to be incomprehensible, with backgrounds built on something very strange, and the allusions are also misused. Appreciation is not for these two paragraphs, and the explanation is just for self-entertainment.
Recently, my mother has been very fond of reading my blog, at least on the surface. When she came over to visit me this Monday, she mentioned the comments on my own blog. To be honest, I didn't notice it at first. She told me before that sometimes she reads all my articles when she has nothing else to do.
I vaguely remember her saying before that she used to write QQ space logs, but now it seems like a waste of time. However, she seems to "treat differently" when it comes to my blog. We watch our parents' figures walk far, far away, and our parents watch our figures walk far, far away. Some say that watching their figures is enough, "no need to chase." In fact, they are also quietly watching our figures, unable to chase after them.
I recently read Zhou Guoping's "Reflections on Life Philosophy", and from the first hundred pages I've read so far, some parts have resonated with me, some have made me even more melancholic, and some have made me dream of things I've never dreamed of before. Speaking of melancholy, my Chinese teacher introduced us to the concept of "characters" before, and I have never asked my parents if I have a character, as I was not born into a large family, so I probably don't have one. So I decided to choose one for myself. My Chinese teacher didn't have one either, and I didn't dare to choose one for myself, afraid of choosing poorly. But being young and fearless, unafraid of making a bad choice, I boldly chose two characters, "Yu Zhi". Although this method of choosing is not in line with the usual practice, I heard that this thing is chosen by parents, and choosing it yourself can only be called a "number". But considering the playful nature of my choice, this can be largely ignored. The character "Yu" is the "Yu" in "Yu Dafu", the "melancholy" in "melancholy", and of course, it can also be said to be the "depression" in "depression". The character "Zhi" means "watching old branches sprout new shoots". If you want to say it's a combination of pessimism and optimism, I don't think it's appropriate. At most, it's an optimist disguised as a pessimist.
I just made some modifications to the article I wrote before, "Death and Failure", and this week I also added a random article feature to the website, hoping everyone can go back and read my previous articles, and I hope I can go back and read them too. Finally, I end with a quote from Zhou Guoping.
What in the world is not a past event? At this moment, everything I see, hear, and experience, all pass by in an instant, becoming the past. Therefore, those who cherish the past will lovingly gaze at everything, watching the wheat fields about to be harvested, the trees shedding leaves, the last blooming flowers, and the pedestrians aging as they walk along the road. This kind of sentimental farewell to all things is the deepest source of love. It is because of this love that a person will watch, listen, and live with care.