The Way Back (2021.2.11-2021.2.25)
The way back
The gulf between the ego and the ego is filled with silent desires. The python of desire spiraled up the tree in front of him, and the dark scales stretched out extremely regularly, as if they were responding to the breath of the tree. But it was trapped in the pain of whipping, and the revealed snake letter could not bring a moment of relief, and the bright red blood stains made it strange and charming, just like the public depiction of its vulgarity and straightforwardness.
The gully of the former can be seen as a revelation of nature, while the latter is a hidden repression.
During the day, I firmly believe that regret is beauty, but the broken vessel cannot get the gaze of love. You may pursue perfection, but you are afraid of seeing something too beautiful. The eyes like to be late at night, but the heart does not want to be with loneliness. I wanted to walk into the lively crowd, but their indifferent eyes told me that I should return to the darkness.
Busy running in the chaos, gently placing the objects collected from all over the place in the cupboard in the embrace of the morning and evening line, staring at them through the pale amber glass, the stamp of time looming on the smooth forehead of the porcelain doll. The inner satisfaction allows the smile at the corner of the mouth to be unbridled, and then wraps it in exquisite silk one by one, enthusiastically selling it to others. Until enough chips are raised, after gradually retreating from the heavy shell in the madness of the day, and throwing the rest of himself on the buckwheat shell, he will soon be able to ask a god who can be exchanged with the most precious wealth, and ask him in an unintelligible voice to lend his flesh, so that he can cross the hot current and enter the world of return.
There, the beasts roared in pursuit, the huge trees hanging upside down in the sky, lying on the grass and looking up, you could see the jellyfish swaying among the clouds with light. I can fly, and although the posture is clumsily unable to control the direction, but arrogantly wants to go to any latitude, but in the end I can't jump out of the thick curtain, you can touch its velvet texture, secretly lift a corner, and play the symphony under the stands. The darkness of the deep sea and the fast-moving fish do not frighten people, the huge waves push us to play with each other, this body is immersed in the peaceful dawn, there are always familiar faces on the unfamiliar roads, and the gentle smile is also the starting point of cheering when the end of self-wandering and the tired return are reunited.
But not all moments can be controlled without restraint, and standing by with your breath held will also witness sad scenes. The shepherded sheep slowly climbed the spiral ladder connecting the sky, but the creeping limbs could not return any pity, only to fall miserably and helplessly, unconsciously waiting for the next awakening. With huge eyes fixed on the ground, my weak body burning like a sudden plunge into an ice cave and into a raging fire, I preferred to run into abandoned buildings or curl up in a small space, angrily cursing this illusory and real hunter, although it was only wishful thinking, but the long and endless escape was still tormented. Walking in the tall forest, there is always a window in the cabin that can be passed, but the wind and rain-fed land outside the window will become a swamp of annihilation and breathing at some point, and straightening your arms will only add a little unnecessary stop.
Finally, under the yellow sand, I couldn't open my eyes, and I could only hear them whispering: Forget it, just let him do this. The pale face began to return to blood, and I don't know whether it was the joy of liberation or the joy of rebirth. The clockwork of the day was re-wound, the way back was lost in the dash of dawn, and the pythons in the trees were still commenting on the ravines, still circling.
Author: Liu Junhao, pen name Rain Under Mingqing