Lost in the west, lost, lost, the grass grows and the warbler flies.
-Don Wei Wu Ying
When I just left home to study in Europe, I wrote a lot of home letters, thick, and each letter always has more than a dozen pages.
At that time, my father also wrote me many letters from Taiwan Province Province, which often contained warm sentences.
There is a letter. Father said this:
"At home, you love a person running around, going up the mountain for a while and going into the sea for a while. I always feel that you are the most disobedient of my five children, just like a wild horse. Now, the little wild horse has gone so far, I am really a little uneasy. Sometimes I whisper your name. Mustang, stay away from our mustang! Are you homesick too? "
When I read my father's letter on a cold night in a foreign country, tears flowed uncontrollably. I can't go back to my father at once, but even then, I can understand that some roads have to go forward alone!
In this world; Some roads have to be faced alone and trudged alone. No matter how long the road is, no matter how dark the night is, you should walk silently alone.
What supports oneself may be the innate desire of nomadic people. I am eager to find a world, whether in paintings, books or in the heart of the world. I am eager to find a place rich in water and plants, a world that should still exist in lush flowers.
After so many years, I am still groping slowly on this long road. Occasionally, at the moment of lightning Shi Huo, it seems that a beautiful world is just around the corner, but many times, all ideals are always out of reach.
On this long road, in the process of searching, what you pay and what you get are often unpredictable. All phenomena seem to be opposite, but they cannot exist independently. Joy and guilt, satisfaction and regret always appear at the same time, and move forward at the same time, and no one will give in. At these bifurcation points, I gradually became hesitant and powerless, as if I had begun to forget what I was looking for.
Is this a life I couldn't understand when I was young?
Where's the carefree and confident little wild horse?
There is always an unspeakable confusion and anxiety about the status quo and your own changes. Can I really only be a lost passer-by on this long road?
And this is not my original intention to embark on this road!
Can I have enough wisdom to overcome the current predicament? Can you find that vast and quiet sky? Can you regain the feeling of running alone in Sha Xue? What's more, I cherish the creative life?
In the quiet night, I asked myself softly, can I or can't I?