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This city is dying, the famous sentence is ten years, and it is still dying. The city is gradually collapsing, like the end of the world, the edges are turned into ashes, there is no way to avoid the ambush, even people and pigs fall into the trap. The sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, the world is old and the earth is old, and even nature has suffered disasters.Chen Licai, a young poet in Hong Kong, captures the ghosts and ghosts in the city, pays attention to the ecology, and the sad song "It's Just a Tree That Falls", in "The Dark Light of the Long Fog", see the strangeness in the city. Poets are like prophets, writing and writing sentences, one by one, agreeing with the world. Dying or coming, present progressive, taboo red line, like many poets, including Chen Licai, the collection of poems has been taken off the shelf. We all want to have "freedom from fear", but the arrival of the beast called tyranny makes everything urgent."Freedom of imagination" belongs to the conceptual level, philosophical speculation, and there is still time for discussion in the mind or the social system. In the next stanza, the flesh will be broken and bloodied because of the pursuit of freedom. The poet questioned the tension between life and spirit, inside or outside.Street sleepers, Mai refugees, homeless people live like ghosts, we see them, ignore them, it is better than mice. Only at this time, even the homeless has to apply for a certificate, unable to travel with peace of mind, depriving the last dignity and freedom. In a spiritual metaphor, it is non-physical, non-living, and floating. Snow is time, and over the years, hardships make thick whites. Only ghosts are invisible, and they come and go freely, but the mall is blocked, the boundaries cause hesitation and staggering, and they are afraid of disturbing others.To drink second-hand coffee secretly, you must avoid the eyes of the world.


The first half that money buys, and the second half that cools off the precipitation, reveals the two classes of society and the boundary between food and clothing. Only the poet saw those faces that were dyed black.Are the wild boars in the city disappearing Jewelry Retouching one by one? We are all reflecting on the fact that pigs used to live on the mountain, undisturbed, leisurely and happy, and the living quarters were damaged by outsiders, so Hong Kong pigs came forward. The boar has become a thorn in the eyes of the regime, how innocent and pitiful.Naturally, it is far more open than we are, and never refuses to come. A gentleman carries things with great virtue, faces the mountains to the sea, and learns to be a human being; the highest good is like water, without fields and mountains, how could human beings ever exist?"I see how charming the green mountains are, and I expect them to be like this." Xin Qiji's imagination, similar to that of a poet, starts from the mountains. Shanhe watched the people coming, so he didn't say: "You go"; at the same time, he echoed, and ended with the sentence: "Please come in." Since the industrial revolution, scientific and technological civilization, people seem to be gods.


Yamamoto has no way, and our actions have left countless ruins; Yamamoto has no name, and it is possessed by rationality. The city was deserted at the end, without even a funeral.This funeral, organized by the poet, is the sadness of "if". Contracts, memorial plaques, and decorations, why did they ever exist? The reality is this, but the poet said: "In fact, the funeral has already begun." The funeral is not only a mountain, but also a human life and death limit. "One day when you become a dead person and come back here", the stag returned to the dust, the mountain was still open, and there was a light-transmitting leaf in the forest, like a note, always telling us, please come in. It's natural tenderness, remember, the faint sound of every step.This article is reproduced with the authorization of the author. For the original text, please see the author Medium .