To the Birthday (Years Trilogy)
On this day fifty-four years ago, I began to eat fireworks in the world, began to eat and drink Lazar, began to learn other people's ways to imitate a so-called Xiao wine, began to learn to look at the moon in the water, and looked at the flowers in my dreams!
Every day in the 54 years, I have lived myself into a big drama, in which there is a speechless relationship between love and hate, a heart-rending human farce in bitterness and helplessness, a tranquil article and Zen words, a passionate outdoors and a distance, as well as fame and fortune in the workplace and fearlessness in life.
Now, fifty-four years later, I have not been able to live myself as a thousand-year-old immortal myth, and as a kind of tallness in the eyes of others. Fifty-four years later, I am like a pot and jar that has broken to the ground, soaked in water as a puddle of mud, and piled up together as a pile of unrecognizable dirt and rubble that cannot be picked up.
May the rest of your life be well, and the years will be like a song!
Written on February 15, 2024
