Text / Chen Jun
Vaguely remember more than 10 years ago, a man dragged a simple luggage came to this city Xiamen known for its warmth, start to new journey of the life, from a dream that just out of college was also looking forward to becoming an artist, suddenly fell into such a reality, and in the face of survival is not easy, I felt helpless and lonely and was a jittery, I can’t predicted whether it’s a short stay or long stay, suddenly felt everything was so unrealistic.
In a flash more than 10 years have gone, not long and short, but also witnessed the city of Xiamen with the smell of fish became modern, the memory of ten years ago was also wrapped in this perfume the air has been smoked fuzzy, it was too late to know what’s going on around you. I’m full of sense of responsibility for the development of the city was forced to add bricks and tiles, pray for the Lord lets me eat full, spare time to do the artist’s dream, expecting some day wake up in the future it has became the artist’s fantasy, this saved my hard struggle.
For the family name, urging of elders, I must put things of chasing girls in the heart, so in those days in my mind art and chasing girls circular queue, interchange channel, both of them are so high, so I can’t to choose, spoil my sleepless nights, I have not done anything. At that time, there was always a tangled proposition: which come first, chicken or egg? There was once a “expert” told me: must first have money, everything will be OK, hahhah! The world’s most difficult questions have the world’s most simple answer.
Still let the dream turns into reality, every day still like drilling maze rush shuttle to the bustling crowd gap, only because of worrying punch of eight o’clock at the front desk, everyday to go to work and have a relationship with this city, but without any result, make people feel strange and distant.
I love watching the stars standing on the mountain in the dark night, and peeping at the city, and then began to think about the life of the magnificent, on the opposite side of the street next to the night that would remove the mask of the creature, demented, confused, depressed, lead a befuddled life, unbridled consumption of youth and passion, the night full of the soul of indulgence, you can not find low-key and reserved here, the people who are fed by the noise so vivid and true, they are dressed in colorful coat to camouflage, with another kind of existence of the reality.
The truth of the heart and the real of the reality in the bustling of the hypocrisy already blurred, the event has it is quite common for lustrous and dazzling, material victory, bring transitory passion and glory, the night is still its madness, like a beautiful lie telling the world, let a person be willing to indulge in this false appearance, just to find a place to rest for the heart, tired flesh already lost soul of magnetic attraction in this enchanted night, in this colorful fog, the moths also involuntarily! The night continues to burn the last passion, warm but not attentive, all of a sudden, he found the night behind him like a black mirror, every shadow in the night seems real, but it’s an illusion!
The occasional aircraft across the sky, it is flying from ancient ancestors? It must sit Qinhuanghanwu and Tangzongsongzu? Has experienced a thousand years of wind and rain, the time and space of the dynasties change, is it going to be parked at this time? they are expected to be full of thousands of years, it is also looking for an ideal shelter, right? Whether they will ever expect home not long passage of time? Once the indifferent, secluded the rest of the soul, has been replaced by the neon city landscape, this piece is lit “landscape” in the ancient soil that only the body so in full bloom, such a noise can also “watch” this piece of heaven and earth in one’s spiritual home? The ancient times factor in the air still exist? Perhaps the only recollection of quiet cold feeling in the heart, the universe of the gas, the natural way. This absurd field space-time let a person feel the change of the seasons, the previous people will have to give each other the feeling of passing away, right? Whether they will complain too early or too late to stay here? ……