I seemed to have forgotten who I was.
I sat in the room on the second floor, the bed under my butt, and there was only a small table next to it, and there was nothing above the table.
The table is next to the window, and outside the window is the sea.
This is certainly not a cozy sea view room, the sea view room is not so tattered. The space inside the house is very small, the walls can only barely be seen to be white, and the gray marks accumulated over the years and the vicissitudes left by the years are unobstructed.
There is almost no glass in the window, almost because there are still plate glass silently holding on. When the wind blows from the outside, the remaining glass ripples with the wind, making a rhythmic roaring sound.
The wind is moving, the mind is still.
If you don't know who you are, if you don't know where you are, you will have no direction, no pursuit, and no dreams.
The wind is moving, proving that time is still passing, that life is still going on.
I saw the sky outside through the window, and it was a little dim, and I couldn't tell if it was morning or evening.
I faintly heard the noise outside. It seems that the children are disobedient, and the parents are reprimanded; it seems to be the whispers between lovers, you and me; it seems to be the poet's enthusiasm, straight through the clouds; it seems to be the bargaining of the wet market, playing with each other.
The sea was quiet, and the breeze did not set off the slightest wave. Between the sea and the sandy beach, there is a beautiful way to respect each other.
The quiet sea is also extremely beautiful, with an unobstructed gray tone that extends to the other side of the sky. At the end of the line of sight, I don't know whether it is the sea or the sky, and it seems that there is no boundary between them!
Still and thoughtfully, I tried to get up and walk out the door.
The moment the door was pushed open, the sea quickly retreated. By the time I looked back, I couldn't see where I had come from, the bed had disappeared, the table had disappeared, the broken windows had disappeared, even the so-called house had disappeared.
I suddenly found myself in a narrow street lined with gray buildings. But the buildings no longer exist, they are more like a mess, the bricks are scattered on the ground, and it is faintly obvious that they were indeed buildings.
Standing on the unfamiliar street, I had a familiar feeling.
And as time went on, the feeling grew stronger. Involuntarily I ran toward the ruins, as if I felt that there should be something in the ruins that I expected, and I ran along my own feelings, towards a destination without a goal.
The destination is a remnant of a building, probably the only one that has not been torn down. I stood at the door of the courtyard, and I felt a sense of homesickness in my heart. I raised my arms and tried to push open the hidden door.
Standing in the empty courtyard, I could see through the house at a glance, the tall pillars supporting the roof, and the doors and windows of the house were completely empty, leaving only a desolate place.