Seasonless Street (old work) - China DOS Union Forum - China DOS Union

In the torrential rain you walk on alone, passing the stagnant green and dim black shadows of the roadside trees.
This darkness lit through by streetlamps. After rain there is never a seven-colored rainbow to be seen, but still, rain at least carries a bit of the feeling of a season. Even though you yourself are heavy with wetness. You think of a song; on a somewhat similar night, you became a singer:
I am alone
Alone by myself, alone
Walking on the chill, chill street
Heavy luggage, black and striking
Drifting while sitting in your own room. When the light shifts, you casually create a burst of hoofbeats out of a purposeless process. From time immemorial, from far, far away, it seeps into the silence of this seasonless marketplace.
But what you need is:
——the noon turning beneath paulownia shade / fallen reds in the wind at dusk / banana leaves in the night rain / morning dew seen between the leaves at dawn;
——rustling leaves / a small boat sharing a bright moon over a thousand li / green mountains and pale clouds / winter plum blossoms clad all over in ice and snow.
But the crowds in the marketplace brush past one another like fallen leaves in a noisy river; no one will notice anyone, and no one has ever noticed anyone. The houses on both sides of the street are nothing but a single note of somber black, and the plants—the packaging of this marketplace—stay all year in a deathlike green.
Gradually numb, gradually numb......
The body creaks at the slightest touch, like a machine that has long gone unoiled. That night, (you only go out at night) you returned to the soft riverbank once overgrown with grass. The river wind was strong; every time you crossed the bridge over the river you would have this feeling. Once you sat down, that river played a film for you.
——At dusk, bats filled the sky in flight like scraps of burnt paper.
Then you saw a forest. Butterflies, with wings shining like red dragonflies, glided leisurely through the moonlit woods, and when they fell to the ground, you heard a crisp impact like shattering glass.

Floor1　如是大师	Posted 2003-09-06 00:00
元老会员　Posts 3,351　Credits 9,654　From 湖北
In the torrential rain you walk on alone, passing the stagnant green and dim black shadows of the roadside trees. This darkness lit through by streetlamps. After rain there is never a seven-colored rainbow to be seen, but still, rain at least carries a bit of the feeling of a season. Even though you yourself are heavy with wetness. You think of a song; on a somewhat similar night, you became a singer: I am alone Alone by myself, alone Walking on the chill, chill street Heavy luggage, black and striking Drifting while sitting in your own room. When the light shifts, you casually create a burst of hoofbeats out of a purposeless process. From time immemorial, from far, far away, it seeps into the silence of this seasonless marketplace. But what you need is: ——the noon turning beneath paulownia shade / fallen reds in the wind at dusk / banana leaves in the night rain / morning dew seen between the leaves at dawn; ——rustling leaves / a small boat sharing a bright moon over a thousand li / green mountains and pale clouds / winter plum blossoms clad all over in ice and snow. But the crowds in the marketplace brush past one another like fallen leaves in a noisy river; no one will notice anyone, and no one has ever noticed anyone. The houses on both sides of the street are nothing but a single note of somber black, and the plants—the packaging of this marketplace—stay all year in a deathlike green. Gradually numb, gradually numb...... The body creaks at the slightest touch, like a machine that has long gone unoiled. That night, (you only go out at night) you returned to the soft riverbank once overgrown with grass. The river wind was strong; every time you crossed the bridge over the river you would have this feeling. Once you sat down, that river played a film for you. ——At dusk, bats filled the sky in flight like scraps of burnt paper. Then you saw a forest. Butterflies, with wings shining like red dragonflies, glided leisurely through the moonlit woods, and when they fell to the ground, you heard a crisp impact like shattering glass.

Floor2　cn_archer	Posted 2003-09-07 00:00
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The feeling of loneliness is really strong...

Floor3　如是大师	Posted 2003-09-07 00:00
元老会员　Posts 3,351　Credits 9,654　From 湖北
Haha~~~ just tricking a few little girls into shedding tears, that's all..