A loser is thus lifted by a hill and finds happiness

At three o'clock in the afternoon, I lay on my back on a small hillside

The sun is above me, below me, my left, my right

My front, my back

Sunshine loves me

The sun began to turn west, and I lay on my back on the small hillside

Before and after me, the grass of the next year was soft and dry

This thatched meadow at the end of winter is so joyful

A lazy man

I was lying on my back on the hillside

The slope is not big or small, just equivalent to the inner angle

Compare yourself to a certain verse and think of yourself as a jar

Placed in Shandong, placed on a hillside

Looking up at the sky, the breeze, the clouds, the blue sky, the magpies

A jet pulled out a white fog line

They are so orderly arranged by the strokes of the last name

I also saw the void, and I saw God sitting in the clouds looming

It's past noon, and I'm halfway through my life

I lay quietly on my back alone on the thatched slopes of the suburbs

A loser is thus lifted by a hill

Found happiness

2016.2

Author / Lu also selected from / Under the Sky, Changjiang Literature and Art Publishing House

Today I recommend to you a very healing poem, from the poet Lu Ye.

This poem is very lively. Reading this poem is like following the poet, at three o'clock in the late winter afternoon, to a small hillside, lying down, accepting the sun's "up and down, left and right, front and back" likes, the grass "up and down, left and right, front and back", like a jar to empty yourself, looking at the sky, "breeze, clouds, blue sky, magpies" and even the white line of the plane, everything is a comforting and joyful thing, it seems that it is difficult not to feel a kind of happiness.

Just at the end, the poet inadvertently spits out the word "loser" to let people know that a poem is not as light as you first see.

"The day has passed noon, half of life", how much is more than half of life? For people who believe in the "impermanence of life", half of life is a rather difficult thing to grasp, but the sense of failure is always there, but the feeling of "half of life" is particularly deep.

"Half of life" is indeed a hurdle, quite a bit of the general trend has been decided, the victory and defeat have been divided. Many people have to endure the self-suggestive attacks of the so-called "midlife crisis" or "loser". And climbing the mountain is not a kind of relief, handing yourself over to a small hillside.

"I'm lying on my back on a hill/slope that's not too big or small, just the same as the angle of my heart." The sense of failure implies an inner tilt or imbalance, and the so-called "inner angle" may be related to this slight imbalance. Lying on your back on the hillside, so that the "inner angle" and the slope of the hillside form a "hedge", perhaps you can achieve some kind of balance.

"Compare yourself to a certain verse and think of yourself as a jar / placed in Shandong, on a hillside", this jar should be the one placed in Stevens's "Altar Anecdotes" in the Tennessee Mountains. The author without a trace further personifies Stevens's altar and substitutes itself to form an interesting intertext.

"It makes a chaotic wilderness /surrounds that mountain. / The wilderness rises up to it, / And spreads out around, no longer wilderness..." ("Anecdotes of the Jar" translated by Chen Dongbiao)

I have to say that the "altar" is an excellent borrowing here, it is innerly dark, humble, and tuna all things, and it rules everything. The various senses of failure of the loser can be refined in the altar and enough to pour out of the altar. It is true that a person's sense of failure can gain some relief and comfort in such a sustenance of "materialization" and "empathy." The fourth and fifth verses of the poem can be seen as imagining and feeling after substituting oneself as a jar.

When man is truly like a jar without a mind, nature will approach and the feeling of life will be restored. You can feel the sense of life that Pingsu can't perceive outside the mountain.

If you can still feel the love of the sun for a person 360 degrees without dead ends, you can feel the acceptance and liking of the thatched grass, and feel the support of the hill to yourself, I am afraid that this cannot be said to be a failure. And people who can find happiness have a hard time calling themselves a loser.

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