I haven’t written in a long time, and I feel unfamiliar without realizing it. After spending a few days calming down and walking a few times on the green field paths, I finally felt a little emotional and decided to write some words.
I am the child lost by the Creator in the most gentle time. I was left in this wilderness mountain and turned into a wooden bridge on this stream. I heard the heavy footsteps of passers-by, and also heard the long sighs, but only Without the sound of joy, they abandoned the mountains and fields. They were prodigal sons, abandoned sons of what they thought was a bright and prosperous city. I have also turned into a road sign, the only guidepost on this winding path. I am the best branch of a dead tree, bound by linen rope. A wise man once carved a seal on my body. I should be The most beautiful crafts in the world. They didn't raise their heads and didn't see me. They just walked in a hurry. Where were they going? They go there, to what they think is the right destination.
I have also turned into a heavy stone grinding . At the entrance of the village of this wilderness tribe, it slowly rotated. This donkey could not get out. It was the same as its ancestors. They trampled the dirt road. In fact, even the stone slab must be deeply embedded here. The ancient bell of time is the heavy breath of the old growth rings. Insurmountable death, this sad creature even has to leave its bones, blood and flesh behind. In the mouth, tongue, saliva and body fluids, it turns into nothingness. No, maybe they still exist, in the blood and body of another creature. This cruel reality actually has a resounding name. I vaguely remember the name: inheritance
Under the old banyan tree, among the thick branches and leaves, the child opened his eyes, trying to see the sun clearly even if it was stung by the sun. Adults, watch the moon and stars on a clear, cool night. They explain that children who persist despite being hurt are stupid children. Later, those silly children who tried hard to see the sun became timid. They became normal people, listened to the advice, and lived the way adults wanted.
People who are stung by light have only a short period of darkness. People who live in darkness have to wait a long time for light. They live the same life, living in the same world, but their pupils open into two completely different worlds.
I am a lost child, the Creator will not abandon me. Then what was the reason for his long silence and non-searching? Or did he think that I should have lived here. Live in this distant sky and deep earth. I think yes, I should live here. It is connected with mountains and rivers, fish, insects, flowers and birds, and everything in it.
I should become a poet, a poet who sings the praises of the world. I don't go to the bustling world, I only live in the wilderness. I want to record the whole world with the most simple and pure eyes.
I am a poet, a simple poet. I don't need paper and pen. With only my heart and eyes, I can write poems on the mountains, on the flowing water, on the soft sandy beach, and on the refreshing fragrance of flowers. If you are lucky enough, the most beautiful thing is to write it into people's hearts.
The Creator let me go so that I could become a child of this world.
I am Feng Yuxue, an eye to the world, and a new life.
