大河 2.0

对啦就是这样。张开手脚，在大河上。激流轻快的托着抛着。石头急大漩涡，队长说游泳喇。漂在身旁的荷兰女子很像某个旧识的朋友，easy swimming。

从前我把烦恼抛入大山大河，现在我把自己抛入其中。原来如此。

～～～easy swimming～～ @ white river chiang mai～～～

外婆

再梦见外婆，起身想到厨房寻她，却醒在清迈。

外婆说，从前表弟常陪她看月亮，在院子里坐到夜凉。后来表弟忙了，漸少陪她。

其实表弟从未陪外婆看月亮。家里也没院子。

是我的幻想，或是外婆的。

外婆的牵挂总是比较多。

夜来幽梦忽还乡

                江城子        / 苏轼

              十年生死两茫茫
                不思量  自难忘
                千里孤坟
                无处话凄凉

         纵使相逢应不识

         尘满面  鬓如霜

         夜来幽梦忽还乡

         小轩窗  正梳妆

         相顾无言惟有泪千行

         料得年年断肠处

         明月夜  短松岗

清迈 2.0

                         旧的事物升级了。精神还在就好。

                                    百年老巴刹

                                    创意清迈

《白螞蟻》插曲《老師吃不飽》

Emmy the Great - City Song (live)

Paul Celan

Flower           。Paul Celan

The stone.
The stone in the air, which I followed.
Your eye, as blind as the stone.

We were
hands,
we baled the darkness empty, we found
the word that ascended summer:
flower.

Flower - a blind man's word.
Your eye and mine:
they see
to water.

Growth.
Heart wall upon heart wall
adds petals to it.

One more word like this word, and the hammers
will swing over open ground.

Homecoming

Snowfall, denser and denser,
dove-coloured as yesterday,
snowfall, as if even now you were sleeping.

White, stacked into distance.
Above it, endless,
the sleigh track of the lost.

Below, hidden,
presses up
what so hurts the eyes,
hill upon hill,
invisible.

On each,
fetched home into its today,
an I slipped away into dumbness:
wooden, a post.

There: a feeling,
blown across by the ice wind
attaching its dove- its snow-
coloured cloth as a flag.

（保罗·策兰，德国犹太诗人，是二次大战后最重要的德语诗人之一，

1942年双亲皆死于集中营。）