Essay

I like to go into noisy coffee shops, put on noise-canceling headphones, listen to the waiters calling out numbers in th

No matter how things are now, since we're going to think, let's think it through completely. If even thought has boundar

Those who know me say my heart is troubled; those who don't know me ask what I'm worried about. The narrowness of mind c

Days are like this article — I don't know how to start. But once there is a beginning and the pen is on the page, record

Only a thin sliver of red remains in the glass; the tea leaves in the pot lie lazily, the empty cigarette pack gapes as

The more I write, the more I realize that the hardest part of writing an article is settling on a title. Especially with

I had a surprising dream. On a weekend morning, I woke right at the time I'd normally be getting up for work. Still a bi

The eve of the third, the fourth Singles' Day, and I'm still single in this secluded, quiet little room, living a life I

I don't even know how many times I've resolved to change. Perhaps tonight, it could become a turning point. But as it st

When I'm extremely sleepy, I seem to be able to feel the concentration of the carbon dioxide I'm exhaling, and my eyelid

I've fallen in love with talking to myself. I always enjoy lying comfortably when no one's around, telling myself those

Things that don't affect the outcome are irrelevant whether they happen or not; it all depends on your interest. Change

The night has been very quiet. Even when the dogs bark and a young couple argue, drifting in through the window, it all

It is as if, while eating meat, you accidentally bit into a slice of ginger — your body and mind convulsed in that insta

I have to say, a person's life is spent making choices. Choosing to face or to run, to be smooth or to be square, even t

Time slips away quietly as we say "next time," and only then do we suddenly feel lost, helplessly wanting to grab hold o

The snow is still falling, the blood is still boiling, the cold wind cannot warm this world, and I am still piecing toge

Now that I am at peace, why the melancholy? The happiness lost buries the pain. Yesterday's emptiness becomes fullness.

Mysterious, ever-changing, those things we can't reach, like today's wind—the future, the unknowable, fate, and rebellio

I thought up a long passage with my eyes shut, yet when I really sat in front of the screen I couldn't get a single word

It feels like a dream from another life, carrying the bittersweet beauty of the Liang-Shan butterfly legend, and the deb

The winter snow — does it melt for you? Watching from the upper floor, the mountains are dim, the moon is dim — do they

The city is something one can enter, and those already inside have also longed to get out. After Qian Zhongshu completed

Don't say that dreams are merely dreams, gone with the wind — in fact, dreams are continuous. Waking in fright from a dr

Lost and searching, an independent personality—when has the world outside ever given a perfect response? Loss and resili

If life is a flowing river, my heart is buried in the sand. There is a cliff called love, which raises my waves and shat

When disaster strikes, some people always manage to escape by luck. A gunshot needs no reason, and a life ends. Twisted

A drop of water evaporates and falls — how many cycles of rebirth is that? Like a feather fallen from an eagle's body —

The five elements generate each other because of their overcoming relationships. Between two elements that overcome one

It's snowing, flake by flake, bringing the story of which day. I no longer hate you, knowing that you too have your own

A photograph of schoolchildren in a poor mountain area stirred up my childhood memories. I can still vaguely recall the

Snow has come again, without my noticing. I check in early in the morning, face the flying snow, tread on the fallen sno

His face was full of the chisel-marks of years, his eyes flowed slowly without a ripple, his withered hands like his wit

Vast ocean, a lone sail, a waning moon, a violent wind, towering waves. Sailing with the wind, the night is deep, lost a

Autumn is when leaves are most beautiful — that unrestrained, sweeping dance, the height of boldness, carrying the ripen

Sometimes I try to imagine: if I were about to leave this world in the next moment, what would come to mind? What would

The night is truly quiet, especially after midnight. Such a mysteriously distinctive time, I almost don't want to waste

I wake from sleep and half the day is already gone. Mood, for no reason, is irritable; the urge to fly far away grows st

The cage is open, why not spread your wings? The lost sky, the long-absent dream, the hope in the depths of blue, gone f