Drained of the salty and blue of the sea
Removed the mighty sea breeze
A book of fish atlases on desk
Like an exquisitely crafted coffin
It holds the life that was once alive
The fish are beautiful
Return to tranquility
Protruding cod Fork-tailed catfish Great blue shark
Sichuan butterfly Red carp Pointed sea dragon
Atlantic Wolf Ontario Salmon Golden Gun and Glasses
The world-famous Bloch
What kind of awe and mourning was it?
Depict these poor imaginative beauties
Spots, stripes, rose-red fins
Peacock blue cheeks Emerald eyes
and a mysterious long beard with a golden yellow silver white
A storm blew in my study
The dark, clear waters moved
Fan imagination
I saw a fish bleeding from a scramble for food
And the other fish with a cheerful streamlined type
Slide towards your own love
I saw schools of fish crowded like stars
In the annual migration
Cross the long strait
Experienced a thrilling escape
I can guess when they were captured
Those useless struggles, cunning and tragedies
These are only fish that live actively
Once jumped out of the sea late at night
Look out for a brilliantly lit cruise ship
During the day they also saw boiling shores
Vocals boiling Mushroom-like colorful umbrellas
A man with bronzed muscles
Frolicking children and beautiful favored women
The moonlight used to give it solace
Through the sea
The sun had illuminated their dim waterways
And bring them a warm current
Suppose, I am a fish and the world is the sea
Before the moment when the dust settles comes
I will not be like a certain fish
Encountered a sudden
The betrayal of the hurricane encounters misfortunes that can happen at any time
Can you escape the dangers?
Reefs in the rapids of life
and desperate plots and hunting
How much more I'll go through
A joy and pride worth savoring
How much bravery, how much hope, how much warmth
A tear as salty as salty as seawater
Drop onto the fish atlas
Cold and warm
The poignancy of life
That's how it hit me on a weekend afternoon
Roaring waves in your ears
Rippling corals, transparent jellyfish
And that iconic starfish
Like a kind of sadness overwhelmed me
Poetry · Wang Bo Poet, Publisher, Senior Media Personality.
If you don't want to, disappear into someone else's time...
◎ Text │ Magnolia ◎
I have never been a "gregarious" person. From being a child to growing into an adult. However, I don't think that being alone is called loneliness. On the contrary, in the crowd, I would be a little overwhelmed and slightly lonely. Therefore, a group of people like me will also be combined into a special group, which is privately defined as "strange" by others.
I am not disgusted by such a division and definition, but the older I get, the more I will disguise. To survive, get into the crowd. Of course, the emotions of not adapting are still there.
This is different from social phobia, where we are the type of people who just feel a bit of a shame to spend time in a crowd, because we know that it's not just time that's being lost, it's also ourselves.
Presumably, this kind of idea is not unique to me. But in life, the same kind of people are indeed rare. So, when I saw the title of the book, there was a kind of surprise like encountering a confidant. At least I believe that this is talking about a person's spiritual experience with time. No guidance, no description, just an exclamation: the days disappeared from the crowd. It was enough for me to keep nodding my head in agreement, convinced that this was a solid "alliance."
"The best and only way to cash in life is to live it carefully day by day." This is Shen Xiwei's sentence. I loved it. As she mentions in the book, those humble daily chores. Trivial to the point of being green moss in the crevices of the stone steps, it may be the gradually transparent sky outside the window, or it may be a small story hidden under something. But no matter how small and trivial it is, those are their own time and some past events. No matter what city you're in, no matter what your professional age is.
This respect for the individual, for time, can probably only come from the hands of people who love life. Yes, I found a reason to love solitude, and the author gives us a good argument for "weirdos" like us to hide from the "group" in a bright way.
"People always have to sink their hearts and live a quiet and introspective life." Shen Xiwei said that if self-examination is too high-end, then it is second, and tranquility is also very good. Think about it, along with the daily trivialities, breathe slowly, get rid of the purpose and reason in the mind, and just act willfully, afraid that the "gregarious" has never enjoyed the benefits.
Looking at the sky, watching flowers, listening to songs, reading books, all become interesting and comfortable because of one person. In those "gregarious" days when not speaking, it is better to intersperse a few days of such time. Try not to spend your days in the crowd, but in your own hands.
Everyone probably needs a rebellious heart, at least it once should have. But even a person like me has to admit that no matter how rebellious I am, I have never dared to ridicule death, and this book let me see it. I believe that the author needs more than courage. Savor it, this kind of ridicule, but also with a little bit of bitterness. Or cry, or laugh, or cry and laugh, pack up the death of others, hide the most explicit truth of life, and bury it together. It's better to never be discovered and not to be turned over by anyone.
Today's two little books seem to be about ridicule, and I like to ridicule. Funny language with irony always allows me to vent my emotions while capturing the strongest memories in an instant. In this book, Kyoko Nakano gives us this kind of wonderfulness. Summing up Napoleon's requirements for self-portraits as " it doesn't matter if the face is painted even if it doesn't look like me, the most important thing is to show my magnificent style"; commenting on the fashion of European men in the 15th century, she said that "the value of popularity is often to endure all kinds of inconveniences", whether accurate or not, she does capture the characteristics of history and people, giving us a delicate artistic joke.