[Lebanese] Author Ji Bolun
I will walk on the beach forever, between sand and foam. The climax will erase my footprints, and the wind will blow away the foam. But the sea and sandy shore will always exist. I once grabbed a handful of cigarettes. Then I reached out and looked, ouch, the smoke turned into a bug. I raised my hand and opened it again. There was a bird in my hand. I took my hand again and held it out. There is a man standing in my hand, looking up at the sky with a melancholy face. I took my hand again, and when I reached out, there was nothing but smoke. But I heard a very sweet song. Just yesterday, I thought I was just a fragment, trembling without rhythm in the sky of life. Now I know that I am the sky, and all life is fragments that rotate rhythmically on me. They woke up and said to me, "You and the world you live in are just a grain of sand on the boundless beach of the boundless ocean." In my dream, I said to them, "I am a boundless ocean, and the world is just sand on my beach." Only once did I become embarrassed, that is, a person asked me, "Who are you?" At that time. God thinks of angels first. When it comes to God, the first word is man. We are creatures flapping, swimming and chasing thousands of years before the ocean, and the wind in the forest gives us language. So how can we express the ancient times in our hearts with yesterday's voice? The Sphinx only spoke once. Sphinx said: "A grain of sand is a desert, and a desert is a grain of sand;" Now let's keep silent. "I heard the Sphinx, but I don't understand. I have seen a woman's face and all her unborn children. A woman looked at my face and recognized my ancestors before she died. I want to be whole. But unless I can become a planet inhabited by rational creatures, what else is possible? Isn't this everyone's goal? A pearl is a temple built by pain around a grain of sand. What is the desire to build our bodies around what kind of sand? When God threw my stone into the wonderful lake, I disturbed its surface with countless circles. But when I fell into the abyss, I became very quiet. Be quiet, I will challenge the night. When my soul and body were United by love, I was reborn. Once upon a time, I knew a man who had extremely keen hearing but could not speak. He lost his tongue in a battle. Now I know what kind of war this man fought before this great silence came. I am glad of his death. The world is not big enough for the two of us. I lay on the beach in Egypt for a long time, silent, forgetting the season. Then the sun gave me life, and I got up and walked along the Nile. Sing with the day and dream with the night. Now the sun has stepped on me with a thousand feet, leaving me lying on the beach in Egypt again. But look at a miracle and a mystery! The sun that brought me together could not disperse me. I'm still standing, walking along the Nile with steady steps. Memory is a form of meeting. We measure time according to the movements of countless suns; They use a small machine in their pocket to measure time. Then please tell me, how can we meet at the same time and place? For those who look down from the window of the Milky Way, space is not the space between the earth and the sun. Humanity is a river of light, flowing from eternity to eternity. Don't spirits who live in the ether envy human suffering?
On the way to the holy city, I met another pilgrim. I asked him, "Is this the way to the holy city?" He said, "Come with me, and we will reach the holy city in a day and a night." I followed him. We walked for days and nights, but we haven't reached the holy city yet. To my surprise, he went the wrong way and lost his temper with me. God, let me be the captive food of the lion, or let the rabbit be my captive food. People can't reach the dawn except through the dark road. My house said to me, "Don't leave me, because your past lived here." Lu said to me, "Come with me, because I am your future." I said to my house and road, "I have no past and no future." If I stay, I will go to my residence; If I go, I will stay on my trip. Only love and death can change everything. "How can I lose confidence in the fairness of life when the dreams of people sleeping on fluff are not more beautiful than those of people sleeping on the land? Strangely, the desire for some entertainment is also part of my pain.
Seven times I despised my soul: the first time she was able to get up but humble. The second time I saw her limping in front of the lame. The third time was to make her choose easy, and she chose easy. The fourth time, she did something wrong, but comforted herself that others had done something wrong. The fifth time, she tolerated weakness and called herself patient and strong. The sixth time she despised an ugly face, but didn't know it was one of her own masks. The seventh time, when she sang an ode, she believed it was a virtue. I don't know what absolute truth is. But I am modest about my ignorance, which includes my honor and reward. There is a space between people's fantasy and achievement, which can only be passed by desire. Heaven is over there, behind that door, in the next room; But I lost my key. Maybe I just misplaced it. You are blind and I am deaf and dumb, so shake hands and make peace. The meaning of a person lies not in his achievements, but in the achievements he seeks. Some of us are like ink, others are like paper. If some people were not black, some people would be dumb. Unless some people are white, some people are blind. Give me an ear and I'll give you a sound. Our heart is a sponge; Our heart is a river. However, isn't it strange that most of us would rather absorb than run? When you want to see those nameless gifts and embrace endless troubles, you really grow up with all creatures and ascend to a greater self. When a person indulges in an illusion, he will treat the vague taste of this illusion as real wine. You drink to get drunk; I drink to wake up from other kinds of drunkenness. When my cup is empty, I leave it empty; But when it is half full, I hate it. The essence of a person is not what he reveals to you, but what he cannot reveal to you. So, to get to know him, don't listen to what he says, but listen to what he doesn't say. Half of what I said is meaningless; I say this so that you can hear the other half. A sense of humor is an appropriate restriction. When people praise my talkative mistakes and blame me for the virtue of silence, my loneliness arises spontaneously. When life can't find a singer to sing her feelings, she produces a philosopher to speak her mind. Truth is always known, and sometimes it is spoken. Our true self is silent; I am very talkative the day after tomorrow. The voice in my life can't reach the ears in your life; But to avoid loneliness, let's talk. When the two women spoke, they said nothing; When a woman talks to herself, she reveals everything about life. Frogs may be louder than cows, but they can't pull plows in fields, grind noodles in hotels, and their skins can't make shoes. Only dumb people are jealous of talkative people. If winter says "spring is in my heart", who will believe in winter? Every seed is a wish. If you really open your eyes, you will see your own image from every image. If you open your ears to listen, you will hear your own voice among all the voices. Truth needs to be discovered by both of us: one speaks it and the other understands it. Although the waves of words are always noisy above our heads, our depths are always silent. Many theories are like a window, through which we can see the truth, but they also isolate us from the truth. Let's play hide and seek. If you hide in my heart, it is not difficult to find you. But if you hide in your shell, no one will find you. A woman can cover her face with a smile. How noble it is that sad heart can sing a happy song with a happy heart. People who want to understand women, or analyze genius, or solve the mystery of silence are people who want to wake up from a beautiful dream and sit at the breakfast table. I am willing to walk with people who walk. I don't want to stand and watch the parade pass by. You owe more than gold to the person who serves you. Give your heart to him or serve him. No, we didn't live in vain. Didn't they pile our bones into a fortress? Let's not be picky. The poet's heart and the scorpion's tail both rose gloriously from the same land. Every dragon will produce a St. George who killed the dragon. Trees are poems written by the earth in the sky. We cut them down to make paper so that we can record our holes. If you want to write (only saints know why you write), you must have knowledge of art and magic-music of words, art without affectation, and magic of readers who love you. They dipped their pens into our hearts and thought they were inspired. If a tree writes an autobiography, it will be no different from the history of a nation. If I had to choose between "the ability to write poetry" and "the happiness of not writing poetry", I would choose that kind of happiness. Because joy is a better poem. But you and all my neighbors agree that I will never choose. Poetry is not an open view. This is a song that gushes from a wound or a smile. Words are eternal. When you say or write, you should understand its characteristics. The poet is an abdicated king, sitting in the ashes of his palace, trying to create an image in the ashes. Poetry is a gathering of joy, pain and surprise interspersed in words. It is futile for a poet to look for the mother of poetry in his heart.
I once said to a poet, "We won't know your evaluation until you die." He replied, "Yes, death is always an enlightener. If you really want to know my evaluation, it is that my heart is more than my mouth, and my heart is more than my hand. " If you praise beauty, even if you are in the middle of the desert, you will have an audience. Poetry is ecstatic wisdom. Wisdom is a poem sung in the mind. If we can confuse a person's heart and sing in his mind at the same time, then he really lives in the shadow of God. Inspiration always sings; Inspiration never explains. We often sing lullabies to our children to put them to sleep. All our words are fragments scattered from our ideological feast.
Beach and Bubble is a collection of prose poems by Haji Ji Bolun. This is one of Ji Bolun's most famous works. The author uses the natural scenery "sand" and "bubble" as metaphors, implying that people in society are as small as sand and things are as illusory as bubbles.
Introduction to poetry collection
The whole collection of poems is full of philosophy and wisdom. It is an aphorism book about life, art, love and human nature, which is worth reading again. In addition to philosophy, poetry anthology is full of beauty of sound and rhyme, just like nature, conveying the love and true meaning of life, and comforting and encouraging those who are in trouble and confused! Poetry transcends the limitations of time and space and national boundaries, and words contain profound philosophy, which embodies the same feelings of human beings and meets the different needs of different hearts.
"A world in a flower, a paradise in a grain of sand", in Ji Bolun's story, the seasons change and the clouds change. The answer to life lies in it, as long as you are good at exploring. Sand and Foam and Tagore's Birds are two treasures. Both of them go deep into readers' hearts bit by bit with short and meaningful poems, while Ji Bolun's Sand and Foam is more dignified and imaginative than Birds. Compared with Tagore's attention to a grass and a flower, Ji Bolun is more inclined to look into the far-reaching universe. "For those who look down from the window of the Milky Way, space is not the space between the earth and the sun." Sand and Foam is also one of Ji Bolun's most famous works and is loved by many people.
(Translated by Sha Mo Bing Xin)