Waking Up Letters (6-10)

#06

【 Penal Colony (dì/de) life 】

1.

I woke up and didn't know I was still drunk.

Back in exile, the chains clanging,

The skin and flesh are raw and painful. This body is a corpse,

Last night's toothache attack,

And the unhappiness of the mother dispersed, along with the rain outside the window

Painkillers are also needed.

2.

Give you the microphone and I choose

Let the sound disappear. In the presence of a deaf man,

Or be dumb wise.

This nation has no reasonable genes,

Only the strength to speak of one's own reasoning.

The insane woman gave birth to eight children,

She didn't have the grace of my early morning reconciliation with my mother,

But everyone avoids the boundaries of what they say,

How to push down the fateful conspiracy?

3.

O master, I try to imitate the way you speak,

But my country voice betrayed my sourness.

Joy, never understated, it is as heavy as Tarzan,

And the heavy and bitter life, as light as a feather.

Penal colonies, like Siberia, have freedom of exile,

Just as you are willing to give us glory, and the scars of glory.

In the future, I hope that someone will ask me:

Ma'am, how do you hide in wrinkles

A smile that never gives up.

（2022.2.3）

#07

【 Necessity of The Night 】

Happy Night,

In the secret, no one sees my shadow, and I see no shadow,

There is no other light and guidance, except that He burns my heart.

Such a guide is far better than the light of the afternoon,

And there he waited for me to come,

He and I know very well that there is no one else to do there.

- John cross, "The Night"

Running, being on the playground for a moment as a mechanical second hand. When you can't hold on, you close your eyes and look up, just let your feet swing mechanically.

At this time, I often wonder how I would remember the golden age of my life if I could only live to be seventy years old.

To use the metaphor of climbing over mountains, I am not a horse rider, but a tightrope ranger. On the left is the worldly charm and the pleasure of sin, on the right is legalism and anti-intellectual closure, and the golden age is the fiery age.

I don't know how to get here, I thought there was an abyss under my feet, but in fact it was just because I was short-sighted.

Wings of Grace are still alive, and always have been. The necessity of the night has always been so.

#08

Luther helped lay the foundations of spiritual life, monasticism deepened the taste of the Lord's love, and knew oneself and others in relationships, Calvin let people see the glory of the kingdom, which was beneficial to clarifying the relationship with the world.

Both the extremes of wisdom and anti-intelligence are dangerous. Knowledge without a benevolent heart makes people arrogant, but empiricism is easy to go astray, rational protective walls and emotional living experiences are indispensable, and the two create and confirm each other.

#09

Wake people up, one by one.

Although our souls are hungry, their appetites are still different.

Everyone deserves a bowl of hot boiled water, and when drinking it, they have the right to imagine whether it is mixed honey or newly opened wine.

#10

One night, toothache and stomach pain attacked at the same time, and I stayed up all night, and I was wronged.

There is no real empathy unless you are also on the same path.

"Remember those who have suffered, thinking that you are also in the flesh." Thinking of this, I suddenly thought of a name, and compared with them, I immediately felt that I was really a princess disease.

Thinking of this, I can't help but be grateful for such a thought. Alas, after all, people like me are already a miracle.