In the dust of the world, I would rather love and hate
There is a temple in the east of the small city that is said to be inextricably linked with the Jiuhuashan Huacheng Temple, they really have a relationship or have nothing to do with it, I am not interested in this, it is not that it is not old enough, today's temple, the bodhisattva of the present world, and the Zhongnan shortcut is almost the same, the people and the temple secretly pass the song, it is not a good thing, the key is to destroy the old, the cluster of new returns, in addition to the face is completely different, the mud bodhisattva has no sense of age, the Hongwu Emperor listed it as the lower court of Longxing, changed the dynasty, and then became the Royal Family Taoist View, and the incense and fire are not divided into each other' entanglements.
Waterfront, railway trunk line hub, has always been too many lively places in the small town, in the early years, the "old hens" have jumped to The Hong Kong and Taiwan Street to buy Magic Capital style clothes, local men and women to wear the south to turn over the Dream Pete Jiao is proud, that thousands of yuan of short-sleeved T-shirts in the income per capita of a few hundred yuan in the small city, causing more eyeball congestion than today's Tesla. The life of other people in the city, there are temples to attract lively, there are also quiet to attract hustle, more lively to attract lively, I also love to be lively, standing in the lively outer circle, the rain of late spring is nearing the end, in a few days I am afraid that I will have short sleeves.
Have been to the Qiyan Temple twice, are gloomy summer, very hot, outdoor rock crooked willow tree pattern does not move the cicadas, the first time Zhang Sheng Li Sheng Wang Sheng and so on a few people, they have just returned from the temple as many as cattle hair in the south, they themselves on the temple in the north can not look at the momentum of a few eyes, after all, belongs to the idle garden walk, the town has no place to go, the scenery has been known, idealism fell into the dust, everyone only cares about changing houses for cars, and other changes belong to the situation of intentional killing thieves and weak hearts.
When reading Bolaño, I feel very astringent, not the problem of translation, it is my own thoughts, Wang Anyi's "Long Hate Song" after rarely seriously read her book, the rain of the magic capital and the rain of the small city are not in a rhythm, or the city on the mobile phone screen is set to the magic capital, in addition to worrying about children, there is also the memory of Jin Yucheng's "Blossoms", what they write is not necessarily the magic capital, we readers add their own empathy is, it is very likely that the writer has written a book all his life, Those geographical spaces that have been changed and changed still cannot eliminate the void of life.
The image of Borges 'blind wise man', somewhat metaphorically, this is not a physiological choice, perhaps the choice that the mind has to enter, the little blue car to work is just the most lively intersection, a blind person he can not find the blind road, because the dense beetles and other cars occupy the symbolic blind road, the eyes are shiny skin bags pretend to be deaf and dumb, people seem to be calm and make small mistakes, I am hesitating whether to come forward to help the blind people who are busy holding bamboo poles and knocking around, A young man walked quickly over, he helped the blind man walk through the blind road covered by the car, I was extremely disappointed in my guess, I guess there is a similar scene not far ahead, is there still someone pulling his bamboo pole? The momentary worry was then drowned out by other nonsense, similar to the many branches in Bolaño's work, which I happened to pass by, but it was the part of the story that had no effect, but it was a dispensable passer-by in today's affairs.
Recently re-read "2666", I felt something that I did not notice before, I am afraid that I am a little wordy, because I have recently mentioned this emotion in more than one day's text, the result of the vague language, no one will respond to the meaning of my re-emergence, and even I have been grumpy about the second time I went to the Qiyan Temple, almost dusk, the sky is gloomy as if there is going to be an important storm, but at that time it was still humid and hot, the hall was empty, neither people nor Buddha, It turned out that the whole hall was being repaired, cold and cold was not lonely, and the bustle of human beings had nothing to do with bodhisattvas after all, and they were not willing to be manipulated.
"Sending someone something she likes is to please her; sending someone what she likes is for what?" Bolaño is desperate enough, the massacre of the last part of "2666", human beings can not learn from it, such a scene will be repeated again and again, not sure when, the future is more empty and unreliable, those that can be repeated and repeated will not be what brings hope, so the reader will quickly return to reality will quickly release the desire of the skin bag, let it go, where is there so much to cherish? What is the difference between being a pure Loser in North America, drunk as mud, time flies, inaction, bustle or silence?
A person went alone to The Panruo Lake, fifteen kilometers around the lake, do not feel the twilight mist, at this moment the fragrance of the flowers by the lake has not yet been demonized, mostly single petals such as Cimu moss, and roses have a distant blood relationship, the flower color is extremely light, inadvertently scattered on the ground, more than the peach blossom pear blossom is more arbitrary, fit is that several times around the lake is a rainy day, halfway rain, rain in the rain I am more relaxed than ever, even if a dream, wet wake up what is the harm?
Illustration: By Bruno Knutman