Pack It Up
Someone once asked: what exactly did you plan that year?
Someone once said: you, a drifter, are a sickness.
Someone once said: “at thirty, one stands firm”—what does that mean? What does it prove?
It’s all in the past, yet it truly passed through our memories.
Then tell me, at thirty, whose prime has been thrown into disarray?
Before thirty, I was like a child—no family, no marriage, perhaps not many responsibilities. My parents were still healthy, no need to be with them all the time. But I was slowly growing tired of the same old days, piecing together bits of language and storing them in the same place. It really is a laughable thing. Going out and stepping out—the world is big enough to splash our dreams around freely, yet small enough that once you part, it’s hard to meet again, or never again. Absurdities will slowly fade away like a dream. As time passes and thoughts mature, we gradually gather enough courage to go see the life outside.
Passerby
「 Let nature take its course 」
『 All are passers-by in each other’s lives 』
Sichuan . Chengdu . /Chengdu
Embrace
May the wind that blows past me,
Able to wind around the hills and embrace you…
Ningxia . Zhongwei . /Zhongwei
