Tag Archives: 荷塘

I want to be like a lotus 我想做荷一样的女人

I want to be a woman like a lotus. It is pretty when young, beautiful when grown, elegant when old. Even its death is graceful. We have a lot of poems dedicated to it. Lotus is of great value, too. … Continue reading

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独自拥有, a world of my own

(Englis text below Chinese.) 近黄昏,天已灰,骑车去大夫山。脚踏着车,耳听着Soledad Bravo的歌,chants du venezuela。Bravo的歌,如野性的呼喊。听着这样的音乐独自在山林穿梭,会产生一种错觉:我正穿行于委内瑞拉的山野里,嘹亮的歌声传自山谷的村庄。我再次想起一个还没实现的愿望:从北美之北开车到南美之南。黯然。继续假装我正在南美空旷的山野临风飞翔。 一个男人赤脚走在我前面,展开双臂,两手持着他的鞋子。他的心在飞,我想。 黑夜袭来,天际只剩微薄的光。荷塘的枯枝败叶隐约如画。忍不住跳下车,奔到塘边。一只野鸟惊起,飞到对岸的林里。 光完全隐去。头顶一弯峨眉月,摸黑找回家的路。两个月前的一个黑夜也曾在这山里迷路,遇到一对徒步的夫妇。那个丈夫问我,“一个女孩在这么黑的山里走,不怕吗?”我笑笑,没解释说山林的黑暗对于我就是空旷与自由。来爬山的游客终于散去,整个天地似乎属于我一人。我可以假装自己行走于遥远他方。 凌晨一点。关了灯,坐在书房听《放牛班的春天》的电影音乐。(http://mp3.sogou.com/music.so?query=les+choristes%28%B7%C5%C5%A3%B0%E0%B5%C4%B4%BA%CC%ECsoundtrack%29+%B7%C5%C5%A3%B0%E0%B5%C4%B4%BA%CC%EC) 孩子天籁般的歌声充满了无垠的谧静黑夜。天地更加广阔。我似乎看见自己被那些美丽的音符托起,飞旋在美丽的黑暗中。有一刻,我看见自己飞过那个残荷连片的池塘。那荷塘像一个内敛的美丽老妇。 凌晨三点,我带着音乐入梦,眼角含着感恩的泪花。如果世界末日真的迫在眉睫,我也知足了,死而无憾。 Toward dusk, I rode my bike to Mt. Dafu, my ears filled with Soledad Bravo’s “Chants du Venezuela.” Bravo’s songs were a call of the wild … Continue reading

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continue to play with pin hole 继续玩针孔

Pin hole images from today. Love the lotus pond. Love the girl’s purple umbrella and bike. Love the little girl running by the pond - she reminds me of my own childhood. They all tell their stories in their own … Continue reading

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