The slower days of the past
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.
If you lock it, people will understand.
Mu Xin has been wandering for half his life-from Wuzhen to Shanghai, from Shanghai to new york, and then from new york to his hometown. It can be said that for Mr. Mu Xin, literature is "homesickness after a walk". The poem "Once Slow" was written by Mr. Mu Xin during his trip. When we read this poem, we will feel that the journey is long, and the exhausted old man opens the door to memories. With a creak, he simply lives out of context on the paper.
Although the whole poem doesn't mention the present, every paragraph implies the present-chewing and growing up, but it is a mourning for youth. Sincere teenagers, steaming shops, letters from horses and chariots, and beautiful locks are all past tense. The texture of life is enriched in these words, and the change of time seems to be natural.
"In the past, the sun changed slowly/the mail was slow/you only loved one person in your life." Slow is the agarwood accumulated by time, just like Goethe's similar expression in Faust, "You are so beautiful, please stop!" Who doesn't want to keep the beauty in life? Love is calm after impetuous volatilization, just as the theme expressed by Irish poet Ye Zhi in When You Are Old, "I" would like to confide my heart to the fleeting years.
This poem by Mr. Mu Xin, like a mirror, is an old time in your heart, a childhood joy you can't forget, a youth worry you can't go back to, and a middle-aged worry you can't let go of. This poem is written in the reader's heart and is touching. Reading and reading, this poem seems to live in the reader's life.