Appreciation of "Once Upon a Time Slow" by Mu Xin
Original poem:
Once upon a time Slow
Mu Xin
Remember In the early days when I was a teenager
Everyone said it sincerely
One word after another
Early in the morning at the train station
The long street was dark and empty of people
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The shop selling soy milk is steaming with steam
The sun has become slower in the past
Cars, horses and mail are all slow
Only in my life Love someone enough
The locks in the past were also pretty
The keys were beautiful and stylish
People will understand once you lock them
Say yes Early in the morning, it should actually be around five o'clock, I washed myself neatly and walked along the long street towards the train station to go to a long-lost date with friends. The sky is still dark, the departure time is still early, the pace is neither fast nor slow, the street lights have not yet turned on, and the surroundings are surrounded by the rich color of dawn. It is not an indescribable darkness, but a kind of transparent black, like a ray of light. , faintly revealed from the black curtain, giving people hope.
As I walked, I recalled that the last long conversation I had with my friend dates back to a few years ago. Because we live far apart from each other, the number of meetings has naturally decreased, but the friendship seems to have never faded.
I was in a trance, and I saw a brightly lit shop on a dark street from a distance. There was a mist coming out of the door and windows. On the dark street, in the early morning when the cold was still lingering, The middle-aged couple quickly picked up the bowls and spoons. A soymilk machine on the counter made a buzzing sound. The milky yellow soymilk in the pot was steaming noisily. The heat curled around the figure of the male host and hit the tip of the hostess's nose. Above, the breath of earthly fireworks hits our face.
“The shop selling soy milk is steaming.” This is my favorite sentence in Mu Xin’s “Once Upon a Time Slow”. The lines are full of the freshness of life, the invisible sense of ceremony in the bamboo slips, and A sense of unyielding love for life.
Yesterday, something important happened and I experienced some embarrassment. When the night is gone, dawn will always come. A bowl of steaming soy milk slowly enters the stomach, and the slight sweetness begins to nourish and energize you. So we must "sincerely, say one thing, one thing" and start speaking and living seriously.
"In the past, the sun became slower." After the east turned red, it started as a red line, gradually widened, and slowly became a red line. Then the wind would blow the tree crowns, rustling, and ringing. With the sound of the sound, the round face of the sun slowly emerged.
"Cars, horses, and mails are all slow. You can only love one person in your life." When I meet the girl I love, I have to write a letter. to rejection. Ask about her preferences. Explore her story. Thinking about how to strike up a conversation. There are so many, many, many, and it takes a long time, a lifetime.
"The locks in the past were also beautiful, and the keys were exquisite and stylish. Once you lock it, people will understand." The key must be made of metal, with a bottom shape, engravings, and elegance. There must be the most cherished thing inside. What is locked may be love and commitment to a person, a symbol, and a clear rejection.
In the 11th issue of "The Reader" in April 2017, 93-year-old Wang Qihong and 88-year-old teacher Wu Wenmin read this poem. Both parties held the manuscript. Teacher Wang Qihong read it first. , he read word for word from the beginning to "The shop selling soy milk is steaming". During this process, Teacher Wu Wenxia kept looking at the poem manuscript attentively.
Later, she continued reading from "The Sun Glowed Slowly in the Past", and when she read "There is only enough time to love one person in a lifetime", Teacher Wang Qihong gently hugged her lover's shoulders.
The end of the poem, "People will understand if you lock it" is like a decisive full stop. The sense of decisiveness is obvious, making people feel that they clearly have something to say, but they are tight-lipped about it.
Because I understand, I feel relieved, without any entanglement or unwillingness.
The road ahead is long, but there are still endless possibilities.
The whole poem uses the sentence "remember my early youth" to bring the memory back to the season of youth. The language is simple and fluent, like an old man mumbling to himself, with a peaceful face and a calm tone.
Mu Xin has been wandering for half his life - from Wuzhen to Shanghai, from Shanghai to New York, and when he was 80 years old, he returned to his hometown from New York. He once said that he "went to New York after a long walk." No matter how far he walked, he would eventually come back. After returning, he built a small house on the ruins of his ancestral home and named it "Wanqing Xiaozhu". "In the small building, there are small bridges, flowing water, winding paths, and him in silence.
Mr. is a true spiritual aristocrat. He is always calm and graceful in the face of fate's teasing.
There are written records of the details of his release from prison. At that time, Mu Xin was 52 years old. Some people speculated that when he was released from prison, he must be hunched over, depressed, ragged, and slovenly.
But on the day he was released from prison, he was wearing a brown coat, a top hat, clean leather shoes, a strong waist, and even a straight seam in his trousers.
It is said that he came to a restaurant in Shanghai alone, sat down on the seat next to the window, and ordered a few dishes. I put down my chopsticks while eating:
"Why is the fish no longer tender? Why is the egg overcooked? It didn't taste like this before."
What did it taste like before? Woolen cloth?
Let Mr. tell us with his song "Once Upon a Time Slow".
Let us reminisce about the simple and peaceful slow life and human touch, and experience the beauty of slowness, the goodness of slowness, the simplicity and refinement of slowness, and the philosophy of life of slowness.