This year the lunar Chinese new year will be a belated timeline in terms of severing the last year and the next. It will be in early Feb., almost a month later compared to previous years. A collective ambiance or emotion usually befall this land for such a timeline, which, however, I’ve been keeping[……]
一路向南 #25 寒潮
The temperature plummeted. At dusk when we were on the road to the Ancient City, we even came across a flurry of hail. Right, Way and I met at the station and we went back to the City together. On my balcony, we continued our talk, recapping what we had talked about, thought and experienced in 2020.[……]
一路向南 #24 另一个世界
Writing, after all, belongs to night.
While strolling in high winds tonight, I stopped listenning to podcast. I have had much these days and weariness just sank in. At dusk, I listened to some Youtube guides to classical music and then dived into a classical list. I had tried classical music a[……]
一路向南 #23 2020: 结束不易
It’s been a while since the last post. A review of 2020 just started and stagnated after dozens of lines. I’ve been thinking of the way to encapsulate the year; or, is the year able to be summed up, after all? I would like not to detail the journey, how I stayed overnight at a remote village deep in[……]
一路向南 # 22 《心灵奇旅》
These days many bloggers recommended Soul. I gave it a shot. Twenty kilometers back and forth between my base and Xiaguan, Dali.
The film takes a bold step in replying to “meaning” questions, like what the hell does life have any meaning? It is not an easy subject to tackle. Modern life has[……]
一路向南 # 21 追风暴的人
Storm Chaser
In a nearly one-hour, an 8,400-step session of walking, I listened through a story of a Storm Chaser. Trucks and cars careered and rumbled by and I turned up the volume to the largest extent and delighted in the fact that I could be immersed in George’s adventure-based life without w[……]
一路向南 #20 时候未到
Sitting at the table and surrounded by a pot of sesame source, a can of Panda concentrated milk, a box of pure milk, and some bits and bobs like a Kindle, a micro-loudspeaker, a roll of tissue, a fast noodle, a bowl, and a kettle, I am the king of this ecology. Time travels between these articles: a[……]
一路向南 #19 一刻
This night sees no winds, but only a warm breeze and stars. I finally unlocked running. By keeping the right posture, I can run for a while free of pain. What is to come to terms with is a mind withered by pain or the scare of pain or an unconscious mind of sticking around “safely”. Free body, free[……]
一路向南 #18 论日记
Two Respects
To write is to betray. Perhaps, that is why “why the hell would a decent person wanna keep a diary” by Jiang Wen, a film director known for his originality and intensity, circulates so extensively online. The key to personal writing here, I think, lies in two respects. One is taking[……]
一路向南 #18 The Strip at Dusk “黄昏的彩带”
These days winds blow hard. Every night I linger at the spacious balcony that overlooks Erhai in the distance. The clouds float in the sky and seem so approachable. I recall a translation by a translator named Qian Chunqi (钱春绮) just blurringly:
尘世的烟云化作一条绚丽的彩带… 漂浮在黄昏的暮霭间。
This must be a far c[……]