"Will Snow" - the moment we live, before and after the eternal night. (Fernando Pessoa)
Friends, see the letter as you see. When I wrote these words, it was as if I was sitting by the window, the sky outside the window was dim, everything was immersed in the inherent silver gray tone of winter, and because of the twilight added some blue, the snow had not yet had time to fall, and the fire in front of me was peeling, as if it were waiting. If this is a warm story, at the end, it should be snow falling, soup boiling, you are just right, sit across from me.
Late will snow, as if this is not a certain moment, but a whole winter. Winter always hides a feeling of waiting, waiting for Meixin, waiting for the New Year, waiting for snow.
The broken jade flew down, and the qiong branches were oblique. A snow can make the glass world come to the human world. Sometimes I think that maybe people love snowscapes, not only because it's beautiful, rare, and easy to dissipate, but because it's closer to some kind of imagination of people's "real world."
The snow fell silently, and the heavens and the earth were white. Except for the most concise and clear outlines, there is nothing left, and the folds and crevices that have cracked in time are filled with this whiteness. Redundant and complicated color lines, detailed love-hate-sadness... Differences are always concrete and microscopic, but they are densely stacked, making people exhausted to cope, the common roots are then covered and forgotten, until a snow falls, endless time and space suddenly intersect, yesterday and today can no longer see the difference, hundreds of years of time seem to have not left any traces, the world is still the original face, the moment of eternity emerges at the same time, they are actually the same, just a sense of time, not time, how can you identify a drop of water in a sea.
The snow is restrained and vast underground, light and thick, absorbing sound and reflecting light. Quiet, clean, bright. The world is briefly presented in a transcendent and unified appearance, the confrontation is eliminated, and time and space are eliminated. Space is constantly lonely, and there should be cold and snow in it.
Last morning, I stood in the snow of the Forbidden City, thinking that the color of the sky was probably the same as the slush claw. In the daytime, there are no ancient people who do not see the comers, maybe there was a bird that fell footprints, maybe there will be a bird that falls footprints, and finally it is a white expanse that is really clean. Countless transparent and colorful swans descended one after another, all in the snow, and then disappeared without a trace. There are infinite colors in the air, and all colors are empty.
I would like to have a more complete snowfall, where all that is familiar and recognizable is gone, there is nothing to rely on, and I will get lost in the snow and go in either direction, as if to go to any time and space, and the messy footsteps behind me will soon disappear in the snow again. Until I don't see it again either.
To remember and forget everything, all it takes is a heavy snowfall.
I love cold snow and cold, I love clouds, mountains, seas, snow, and other things that should be called vast, they can cover all my sorrows and joys, but they do not need my specific and subtle existence.
I am not my own body, but the form of heaven and earth. Zhuangzi's sentence, "Zhibei Tour".
You know, peace and calmness, simplicity and clarity are states that I may not be able to achieve with a lot of effort, for a long time, I have always been in a tug-of-war between two extremes, nothingness and meaning are one of them, and recently, nothingness has prevailed.
The rejection of nothingness may simply be due to excessive attachment to the self. People make up meaning for life and believe in it most of the time, which ultimately comes down to the efforts of isolated individuals to reconnect with the world.
At the moment, we are alive. This is perhaps the only truth we can really grasp. But when you really realize the true weight, you don't know how to take it. How do you live? What do you want to live for? People live in relationships, rely on it and are confined to it, and the collection of these relationships is called the present, which provides a coordinate system that can be located, provides an environment for survival, but does not help with loneliness. It doesn't matter, after all, everyone will be forgotten, except for yourself there will be no other person who knows how you have lived, the pursuit of future generations is meaningless to the current life, even the memory will be distorted, not to mention history, the existence of history is only a need rather than an objectivity, and human civilization is just a moment in the universe.
I love the world and have nothing to do with the world, I live and create out of my own needs, and have nothing to do with human beings. I write to you, it has nothing to do with you.
When the snow falls, I will raise a glass to you, full of affection, to a void.
