Original poem:
It used to be slow
Mu Xin
Remember earlier when I was a teenager?
Everyone is sincere.
A word is a word.
Chen Qing Railway Station
The long street was dark and empty.
The small shop selling soybean milk is steaming hot.
In the past, the color of the sun changed slowly.
Cars, horses and mail are all slow.
Just enough to love someone for a lifetime.
These locks used to look good, too.
The key is exquisite fashion.
You'll understand when it's locked.
It was early in the morning, but in fact it should be past five o'clock. I washed up neatly and walked along the long street to the railway station to go on a date with a long-lost friend. It is still dark, the departure time is still early, the pace is not slow, the street lights are not on, and the rich colors of dawn are all around. It is transparent black, like a light, coming out from the black curtain, which makes people see hope.
Keep in mind while walking. The last long talk with friends dates back several years. Because we live far away, the number of meetings naturally decreases, but friendship never seems to fade.
In a trance, I saw a brightly lit shop in the dark street, and a dense mist floated out of the doors and windows. In the dark street, on a cold morning, middle-aged couples quickly picked up bowls and spoons, and a soymilk machine buzzed on the counter, and the milky soymilk in the pot was steaming noisily, and the heat curled around the owner's figure and flapping.
"The small shop selling soybean milk is steaming hot", I like this sentence in Mu Xin's Once upon a time Slow best. The lines between the lines are full of fresh sense of life, simple and intangible sense of no ceremony, and unyielding love for life.
Yesterday, an important thing happened and I experienced some embarrassment. When the night is washed away, the dawn will always come, and a bowl of steaming soybean milk will slowly enter your stomach, and the slight sweetness will begin to nourish you and make you flourish. Therefore, we must "sincerely, say a word, yes", start talking seriously and live seriously.
"In the past, the color of the sun changed very slowly." When the east turned red, it started as a red line, gradually widened and then turned red. Then the wind blew the crown of the tree and rustled, and the round face of the sun slowly emerged.
"Cars, horses and mail are all slow enough to love someone for a lifetime." When you meet the girl you love, you should write a letter and wander around, fearing that the words are ugly and shallow and will be rejected. Ask her about her preferences. Explore her story. Thinking about how to strike up a conversation. Such varieties, many, many, take a long time, as long as a lifetime.
"Before the lock is good-looking, the key is good-looking. People will understand if you lock them up. " Keys must be metal, with elegant shapes and lettering, and they must be the most precious things in them. What is locked may be a love and commitment to a person, a symbol, and a clear refusal.
20 17 April, in the reader's issue 1 1, 93-year-old Wang and 88-year-old teacher Wu read this poem aloud. Both sides are holding manuscripts. First of all, Mr. Wang read it once. He read it word for word. From the beginning, he learned that "the shop selling soybean milk is steaming hot". In this process,
Later, she continued reading from The Color of the Sun Changed Slowly in the Past and read I can only love one person in my life. Teacher Wang patted Qi Hong's lover on the shoulder.
At the end of the poem, "lock it and you will understand" is like a decisive full stop, which has obvious sense of determination, making people feel that they still have something to say, but they are tight-lipped.
Because I understand, I feel relieved, not entangled and unwilling.
The road ahead is long and there are still infinite possibilities.
The whole poem draws the memory back to the youth season with the phrase "I remember my early youth". The language is simple and fluent, like an old man mumbling, with a serene face and a calm tone.
Mu Xin spent half his life wandering-from Wuzhen to Shanghai and from Shanghai to new york. At the age of 80, he returned to his hometown from new york. He once said that he "walked a long way to new york". No matter how far he has gone, he will come back eventually. When he came back, he built a small house on the ruins of his ancestral home, named "Yixian Zhu Xiao". The small building and the small bridge have winding paths leading to a secluded place.
Mr. Wang is a true spiritual aristocrat. Faced with the teasing of fate, he is always calm and elegant.
The details of his release from prison that year are recorded in writing. At that time, Mu Xin was 52 years old. Some people speculate that he will be hunched, depressed, ragged and untidy after he gets out of prison.
But on the day he was released from prison, he was wearing a brown coat, hat, clean leather shoes, a tall waist and a straight belt.
It is said that he went to a restaurant in Shanghai alone, sat in a window seat and ordered some dishes. Eating, eating, putting down chopsticks:
"The fish is not tender, and the eggs are fried. It used to taste different. "
What was that smell before?
Let Mr. Wang tell us with a song "Once Slow".
Let's recall the simple and peaceful slow life and human feelings together, and experience the philosophy of slow beauty, slow goodness, slow simplicity and exquisiteness, and slow life.