Beautiful prose poems about all white things,
White in Korean has two adjectives: "scratch" and "profit".
Unlike the former, white as cotton candy?
The latter sadly permeates life and death.
What I want to write is a "white" book belonging to the latter.
-Han Jiang
The goose feather snow falls on the sleeve of the black coat, and the naked eye can see the particularly large snowflake. The mysterious regular hexagon can melt and disappear bit by bit in a second or two. She imagined the moment when people quietly watched the snow.
Once it snows, people will temporarily stop what they are doing and go to see the snow. The people on the bus looked up at the window. When snowflakes fall silently from the sky without any joy or sadness, when thousands of snowflakes instantly dye the streets white, people will turn their heads and look back.
The water in the distance set off rolling waves. The sea in winter comes from there, approaching from far away, with great momentum. When the wave peak reached the highest point, white spray splashed out. They retreated after the waves washed up on the beach. She stood at the intersection of land and sea, watching the seemingly endless waves (but in fact this is not eternal-because both the earth and the solar system will disappear one day). At that time, she realized that all we had was a fleeting life.
The moment the spray splashed, it was dazzling white. The calm waves on the distant sea are like scales of countless fish. There are countless flashes and countless rolls (but everything is not eternal).
Walking in the snowy street, she looked up at the second floor of a building where lace curtains were woven to cover the windows. Is it because some kind of unpolluted white is rippling in our hearts, so whenever we see that kind of cleanliness, we will be moved?
Sometimes I feel that the white pillowcase and quilt cover that have just been washed and dried seem to be telling something. When the pillowcase and quilt cover touch her skin, the pure cotton white cloth is like saying to her: You are a precious person, your sleep is pure, and it is not a new shame for you to live. Between dream and reality, when the rustling cotton sheets touch the skin, she will have a sense of comfort.
What exactly does white mean? The answer lies in this book.
I want you to see clean things, compared with cruelty, sadness, despair, filth and pain,
I just want you to see something clean first.
This is a novel written by Korean writer Han Jiang on white paper. This is the memory of 63 white things.
White is 10 thousand snowflakes falling from the sky, silent, without sadness or joy.
White is the passage of time in the pale light.
White is all the memories I have experienced in my life.
Bai is a person who has died or been destroyed. On the charred wreckage, he persevered in restoring himself, so he was still a brand-new person.
The author tells the montage of a scene in a plain and calm tone. Reading such words will give people a clean power.
What is white? White is the cleanest thing in the world and contains everything. White is blank and white. No matter what you think, white always makes people quiet.
The contents of more books will not be too dramatic, so you can have a look at them when you have a chance.
I wish you a lifetime:
See the bigger world and discover more possibilities! ?
Go to love with me! ?