節選 | Excerpts
川之雪舞踏寒潮 | 2016.02
Dancing in the snow | 2016 Feb
Finally, it is winter of the year. Snowflakes fallen in numerous, like the flow of light flashed while dancing in the wind. The snow scene once a year is also like a musical performance once in a lifetime.
(It is expressed in the original text the author’s pessimism about the world, when the author was recording a short film about himself.)
川茗清明初茶水 | 2016
Tea before Qingming Festival | 2016
Tea before Qingming Festival taste as plain as water. With brewing of ten times, each time is a different taste, like water, like a spring, like a honeydew, like honey; there seems to be no fixed taste. Even the smell is different, like the scent of chestnut blossoms, like orchids, like the scent of fragrant olive. With hot water quickly poured into the cup from a height, the temperature of water can be reduced while increase the inertia of water, which can enhance the taste of tea, bringing out fresh and delicious tea.
(It is recorded in the original text the author’s feelings about the tea before the Qingming Festival with anthropomorphic rhetoric.)
川紅飄香玉缸酒 | 2016
The smell of wine in a water tank | 2016
The sound of the red pipa makes the water surface of the wine jar vibrate with ripples, and the fragrance of pomegranate flowers comes from the red wine jar, which smells like a maiden. I watched Tingting dancing in red.
(It is recorded in the original text the scene when the author and his friends were at a party, listening to the music played by the ancient Chinese musical instrument pipa, watching the dance of a friend and smelling the smell of red wine from the wine jar.)
川橋頭集 | 2016
Diaries of Qiaotouji Town | 2016
The shadow of the sword sparkles in the smoke, and the Xueji sword can quickly cut the weeds in the field or on the roadside, so fast that even the dust in the air could not fall on the sward. A swordsman usually carries his sword on the adventurous life, only in order to achieve the pursuit of “righteousness” in the heart.
(It is recorded in the original text the scene of a swordsman witnessed by the author, and describes the values of Chinese swordsman.)
川越A.B.C.熱靴日記 | 2016.12
Diary about a pair of boots | 2016 Dec
There was a pair of hiking boots that I couldn’t bear to lose because they had accompanied me from Yading in Sichuan to Ali Region in Tibet, from the deserts of India to Petra in Jordan, and helped me completed the Poon Hill Loop Trek in the Annapurna Mountain Range and the A. B. C. Loop Trek in the Annapurna Mountain Range. In this way, it followed me step by step through the uninhabited regions. People ask how many people in your life can you meet who are ready to travel all the time? How many constant companies could you maintain in a four-year period? It watched me over boulders, over valleys, over snow-fields, over hills. Now it’s been weathered until this time during the A. B. C. Loop Trek it finally came apart. But it still stayed with me till the end. We all need a person worth cherishing: the one can accompany you to go through life without regret.
夜遊 | 2016.06.27
Travel at night | 2016.06.27
I am now used to silence, the lonely I deserve the lonely days,
There seems to be nothing for attachment, because there has never been any major change.
無題 | 2017
記隨筆 拍情悟 休戀逝水 不趨情色
Untitled | 2017
Using words to record life, using a camera to take photos, emotion has elapsed, no pursuit of glamor.
封存啟新-壹木巡川 | 2017.04.07
Replace the old with the news | 2017.Apr.07
Since then, the memory of the past will be sealed, no Chuan Wentao anymore. All will start over, with the new name of “MuChum”. Thank you, Jing Cheng, for naming me.
丁酉年十月康復期紮記 | 2017.10.10
當金蘭再次重逢 影片也去除灰暗 層次 影調第二次回歸 色彩是生命 於是眼睛從朦朧裏透析 組成了新的心跳 我迷糊中蘇醒
Diary of October 2017
When gold and blue encounter, the picture is no longer gray, and gradation appears at the tone.
Color is the language of life. Although my eyes cannot see clearly, my consciousness is waking up.
丁酉年伍月陸記 | 2017.05.06
Diary of May 2017
Text is an expression of one’s mood and subject to the environment in which stays. Text is also like a picture, requires the writer to have a comprehension of life. Thereby, writing your own text is like to present yourself naked, which is to record emotion at a specific time. Nonetheless sometimes, one would have no clue in the mind, and cannot write a word. Because I am writing the true feelings, not fiction, the pictures taken are true feelings, not pornographic images.
丁酉年貳月拾捌 | 2017.02.18
Diary of February 18, 2017
Now that you know that the chances of reunion will be less and less, why stick to it?
Maybe alcohol makes me crazy, dreaming to the bustling city.
But the reality is always overwhelming, I’m come to the north of Liucheng.
(Explanation: Liucheng refers to the north side of Jiading County in Shanghai nowadays.)
I was mistrusted for my Hard work; As if I could feel the coming crisis somehow.
五個人，壹個模樣 | 2018
Five individuals with the same look | 2018
I can smell your scent from the air, it’s thy unique smell, in the air, on the road, in the classroom . . . Unexpectedly I can find the way with my eyes closed;
Thy defects don’t matter to me,
In my eyes you are full of tenderness;
Thy name is deeper than ironed,
Which is always a formatted white list.
I came to realize that I have never let go,
The pain of seven years turned into numbness, despite it like needle stuck in the chest, with a heart full of tears,
I thought time was a good medicine, but in fact it was the cessation of perception out of extreme pain.
No perception, then no pain.
I thought I was no longer in pain,
I only feel the piercing of the December sea breeze,
I realized that my heart and sea have been frozen on this azure bottom of the ocean,
From then on,
I only touched by the way you were,
The rest is are all shadows,
Five individuals with the same look.
(Written in 2017 and recorded in 2018)
自然之然 | 2018.11.19
Natural Self | 2018.Nov.19
If you pour me a glass of sake
The fragrance of wine will be carried far away
Peel off layers of mist
Come to the front of the woods after drunken
Poetry no longer has rhymes
Everything can settle down
It doesn’t have to make sense
Which is the simple and primitive itself
無題 | 2018.08.20
Untitled | 2018.Aug.20
The face of life has edges and corners.
The rules of the rigidness will often constrain us.
The face is also a heart, which may get strict and loose from time to time
The wood is deformed by the prolonged rope tie.
Human emotion is also an arc that can buffer
Adult life is far from easy
The truth of things are not merely things, feelings are not merely feelings
would takes you a lifetime to understand.
我終將感謝這份孤獨 序言 | 2018.05.01
The preface of Thanks for being alone | 2018.May.01
I can’t lift libido, as if to all beginning cold to everything. Beauty and figure like a building collapse. The sands of YueYa bury the springs. Your music alone strikes a chord with me, making us forget about the external aesthetics, looking for an antidote to the psychopath.
孤行 | 2018.09.12
此刻的我 錯亂無章，不懼此行 又懼此行，前路的孤獨 逐夢難醒，或許此行 不虛此行，弓折 弦藏 鍵亂形，未盡此行 何出此行？
Walking alone | 2018.Sep.12
Now my mood is complex. Fear this walk, or not. It’s a lonely road. But maybe I can grow after this walk. The bow was broken, the strings disappeared, and the keyboard of the piano began to stagger. Why can’t I start walking if I can’t finish this walk? I don’t know.
巢南 | 2018.04.14
Nests on the South | 2018.Apr.14
Youth time passes
material accumulation exhausts
Today’s candle fire is burning
I often feel lonely in the middle of the night
The spirit nests in the south, but the body is in north.
未及 | 2018.03.08
Not touched | 2018.Mar.08
Poems without verses
The words can’t be written down
Like to ingest without chewing
To swallow like a wolf
Stop the language of ignorance
To amply enjoy the taste of the food.
同化 | 2018.02.16
Assimilation | 2018.Feb.16
There was clearly a beam of light in it
It is just undomesticated from the west
You forget about yourself
Light is light while you are the light
Light is you while you are you
You’re the light from the west
奠 | 2018.01.27 15:00
Libation | 2018.Jan.27 15:00
One has no choice for “life”,
One cannot reverse becoming “old”
There is no resistance to illness
There is no avoidable death
You can’t decide for yourself the ultimate future
I light a lamp; I hope you forgive my sin.