Campus 丨Wuhan College of Biological Engineering: Xu Fang

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There are missing memories

◎ Xu Fang

1

If you trace the original form of memory

I am separated from the thinking me by this body

My shadow is sometimes his shadow

Time. pendulum. rainwater. weed

Reincarnation around me

It's like a living object

Enter a colorful labyrinth. Pan Shen on the back of the paper

Stir up the wide human world

2

Inertia of thinking and images

It was like a car horn hitting my eyes

Mysterious streets. A woman's shadow

It seems impossible to unify in its entirety

I've thought of many ways for them

Add color, but in the end, I get yes

Unstable, memories of life, in the lights of the street

Flowing, boring, shaken self

3

In a skeptical attitude, I collided with the shadow

Back many years ago

Small room with many boxes of dark grids

The little beast that ran to me, the voice was very soft, shapeless

Naturally, there is no sadness —

I'm in the middle of them and can't avoid it

Dull illusions, or the trepidation of abandonment

4

I confess that before all the feelings

It's all ridiculous

And these years of life, full of disbelief

Anxious, invisible violence

The river in the body is actually being nurtured

Full time. butterfly

The reason why vicissitudes can coexist with me is actually my own

The indifference of this world

5

Accommodate my house. rustic. migrant

or some adventure

Branded with amnesia syndrome

I re-examine my shadow. The people behind them

It should also be discerning

Their shadow

I thought about it carefully, me and the shadow, me and the tree

The difference between me and me

It's like the moment two leaves fall

Two different worlds are disillusioned. Time and time

Also different disillusionment

Everything that is known, sometimes vague, sometimes sad

6

The song ripples on the surface of the water, like a wooden boat

More like a metallic message

Unknown changes, flying like kites

I think of the word change

Suddenly, I realized everything I was describing

It's actually false

It's a dream, chasing my stone

7

He leaned on his rusty bike while smoking a cigarette

While basking in the sun, he and I chatted

He spoke of Shanghai in the early years. He was from his mother

Hear about Shanghai. On a steamship

Clean, perfumed bathroom

A woman in a cheongsam put on makeup in front of a mirror

False names come from chronology, like rain. The more memories

The deeper the fear

8

The details of life cannot be questioned

So it's just a guess

People were lying on the bunks on the lower floor, talking about the top floor

Rice noodles are fine. Sacks loaded like copper coins

Squeezed into the foam of water

9

My shadow, like a dream, is in a ballad

Fluttering soft seasons

I thought, put pen and ink on paper

Solidifies into a window. The tide is coming

The boy standing at the bow of the boat

He turned himself upside down, and the universe turned upside down

10

Now place a lamp in the center of the room

Plain, transparent narrative

Controlling the whole world, I felt like a fish

Swimming in time, repeated but lonely

Mediocre sentences, writing down the heaviness of life, but can not change anything