Impression
If Romanticism must be sacrificed with blood
Then I would rush towards, without hesitation
Willingly indulging
In the sea formed by words
Resolve to become spiraling foam
Feeling one last time, in the moment of ascension
The wildness of the wind
Fragile Sensitive Penetrating
Spiraling Entwining Sticky
Vast Broad yet Deep
Words forge blossoms of soul
Always grateful for all I’ve gone through
Always ready for what I should do
If blood could dissolve all that is rigid
I would howl upon the rooftops
Then I am still me
Just without a fixed figure
Always cherish poetry
Disobeying all planned roads
Romanticism would break down realism
Reconstruct World
2024.08.09
After watching Dead Poets Society
The Truman Show
If one day you discover the world
Is nothing but a grand play in progress
And you’re just a supporting role
Yet still stripped of will
Is a play without a protagonist still interesting?
Is the so-called truth still real?
If Earth is a massive set
Then sky is a sheet of transparent blue
The quest for the universe turns into an illusion
Or is there an exit at the edge?
Leading to a place that overturns “truth”
Beyond three dimensions
Would you leave
Or keep acting, enjoying life
Is optimism salvation or numbness?
9.28
Thoughts after watching The Truman Show
He harbored a grand dream
Splashing the ink of hope wildly
Amid the gaze of thousands, opening the eternal triumphal gate
A horse needing no training
Can lightly lift its heavy hoof
And steps easily into
That illusory mirage
Yet still, he persists
Clinging to his steadfast fantasy
With endless resentment towards the world
A black bird locks itself in a cage
Crying hoarsely to accuse
Yet it was born to be free
Yet he is covered in scars
Those terrifying marks, are self-inflicted
Countless faces crowd and clamor
Declare that life cannot exist without dreams
Yet,
He is the only true believer
A three-dimensional man is turned into intersecting geometry
Dominated by voiceless lines
His heavy, rough breaths
Pierce through his world of delusion
He awakens from one long dream
Then finds himself standing on the heaven floor
Perhaps it’s better
To let tears fall unnoticedly by his eyes
To glimpse in the drop
Who he really is
What a soul,
May the world gently ferry you across.
2023.11.06
After reading The Death of a Salesman
风筝有着厚重的羽翼
却只被一线所系
在空中的线被割裂
坠落的时候划破美感
往下坠的庞然大物
自然在地上划分了属于它的影子
大地上追逐的人啊
是看着它还是影呢
或者看那心中自有的一份觉知
在奔跑大汗磅礴的时候
会不会被困在迷惘的夕阳残红之中
风筝般的牵引
究竟是你成就了我
还是我放弃了你
总归是分道扬镳吗
在割裂他线的时候
是否考虑过自身坠落的风险性
那凯旋的印证
去追还是停，都难觅
呵
你已经任多少风筝脱线了呢
人类无法与自然抗衡
风来了，它们自然就飘走了
但你还是要追
去擦拭过去的残红
寻找自我释然
2023.03.31
第二次读《追风筝的人》有感