Xiaoyaoyou

Yu Guangzhong

If you have the joy of being too clear, if you want to take a walk along the zodiac in the zodiac, if you are in In the illusion of blue quartz, you want to rise slowly, cicadas shed butterflies, and forget your unhappy self. In short, if you are unfortunate enough to suffer from "stargazing addiction", then tonight, tonight, you can't It is such a pity and a pity to watch the ruins of mythology with me.

My stargazing is purely inaction based on what I see. In the blink of an eye, one glances back and forth across the universe, walking against the wind, calmness is good, calmness is good. I am not an ancient Taishi, so if there is any rash guest who adds hairy feet to the emperor's belly, I don't have to worry about it. It is not a primitive boat, and there is no need to identify the arctic sky on the foggy sea. Much less modern astronomers or astronauts, there is no need to analyze spectra or pilot satellites. Science looks to space, to the future of mankind, to new colonies on the moon, and to the incredible interstellar war between Earthlings and Martians. I looked into space, at the past of mankind, at astrology and horoscopes, at the dreams of priests, at the superstitions of chiefs.

Then the Dadu Mountain rose up from the plains, lifting me to the stars, above the ten thousand sounds, above the neon lights. The sun rules the world of watches. But here, the night is still young, and the light clan flickers outside the clock. The light clan of the billion trillion tribes, at a dizzying distance, emitted such a faint clear light. Half carat malachite. One-seventh topaz fan pendant. One-thousandth of a carat of blood agate. The diamond mine under Pangu's ax cannot be mined even one ten thousandth by astronomy. The Milky Way is winding with sensitive nerves, connected end to end, spreading high-speed and delicate touch. The star valves in the southern sky dome are bright and bright, with first-class stars, second-class stars, and third-class stars vying to show off their family trees. From Alpha to Beta to Zeta to Omega, such brilliance is strung together, winding down and sweeping the southern horizon. The everlasting masquerade, except for the unruly comets, the meteors that love to set off fireworks, and the new moon that hangs its black veil, all the names on the star map light up. This is what Hou Yi's runaway wife saw. This is what the arrogant Li Bai and the masochistic Li He saw. Matteo Ricci and Xu Guangqi saw the same thing. The stars are the most obscure brilliance.

The stars in the northern sky are severe and cold, like icicles that cannot reach the sun. The most magnificent one is the Big Dipper. This game of chess is played in a way that is shocking and confusing. Since the beginning of Bagua, no one can move a chess piece. From Tianshu to Yaoguang, the eternal face will remain unchanged for generations. Before the chess game is over, generations of humans watching the chess game will die. But there is a bucket in the north, so you can't drink wine. Before the saints, poets had this wild idea. I miss you rising majestically in the vast north, with a long bucket handle slanted on the broad bucket, but I can't drink a drop of the early poets. It was an innocent time, before the saint was born and the green ox had not yet journeyed westward. It was the Bronze Age, when the miasma in Yunmeng had not yet broken out, the fish and dragons obeyed the order of Yu, and the flute players in Wu City had not yet turned white. It was a time of many gods, a time when the Han people could sing, a time when there were plum fields and vines, and a time of free love. Happy Pre-Confucian times.

Beneath the sky, Taichung’s light network intertwines with the modern night. Wet red and flowing green, at the other end of the forest alley, there is a bustling line of neon stems. Underfoot is the unhappy Post-Confucian era. If the phoenix does not come, the unicorn will disappear, and the dragon is just a trademark of the tourism industry. The eight-year-old danced miserably in Longshan Temple. Saints feast on the country's salary. The dragon species is living overseas. The Book of Songs Crab Walking into English. Who says the river is wide? A reed hangs it. The tonnage of China Merchants Group is more than a reed, but the river is so wide and the shallow strait is so isolated! Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, but tourists only like Jiangnan. Today's people actually envy the ancients for being able to live longer than Jiangnan. Jiangnan is sad, sad Jiangnan. But Yu Xin’s white hair is in the north of Jiangnan, and our hair is in the south of Jiangnan. On the Jialing River, I have listened to the partridges for eight years, and thought about the Houhu Lake for eight years, and the orioles in the Houhu Lake. After fifteen typhoon seasons, partridges on the Tamsui River and the Shu River are no longer heard. The emperor sent Wu Yang to summon the souls and recruit poets from the Northern Song Dynasty on Hainan Island. "When the soul comes back, we can't stop further in the south!" This is already the southernmost part of China. The wild geese are frightened by the cold, but they don't cross the shallow strait. The formation of wild geese moves south towards Hengshan Mountain. A wave of escapes hits Hong Kong.

Light flies endlessly in the oval space, making interstellar voyages in the whirlpool of the Milky Way. There is no modernity, no classicality, no Cambrian or Ice Age. Within the beautiful egg shape were born light, a thousand suns, and a thousand huge egg yolks. The beautiful egg shape gave birth to me, Hou Ji and Helen. Chinese Valentine's Day has passed, and the Weaver Girl's machine is still spinning many slender bluish-white silk threads. Five thousand years away, the Ring Nebula is still spinning mysteriously. This wedding is always being prepared, and the brocade bride is always young. Five thousand years ago, my Wucubi ancestors were washing their hands at the source of the Yellow River at the foot of the Kunlun Mountains. But who am I? Who am I? The voice falls on the edge of the island universe without any echo. Who am I? Who am I? In an instant, all the light stopped and looked back, gathering under my eyelashes. You are nothing, just say, you are everything. You are a dwarf among dwarfs, the smallest among dwarfs. But you are everything. Your soul is branded with all the nightmares and fears of Beijingers. As long as you are willing, you will stand in the middle of history. Above war, you should raise your pen, above famine and the Black Death. Star descendants list, a crown hanging in eternity, how many carats of glory can crown the wise, the brave, and you. If you stay awake long enough. You are nothing. You are everything. In the echoless vacuum, light said so.

August 20, 1964 in Taipei