Monday, September 12, 2016
只恐雙溪舴艋舟
載不動許多愁
【宋】李清照 《武陵春·春晚》
I find that I really do enjoy 宋 poetry a lot. It's very lyrical (as is all the poetry of that age, actually) and has a certain style of writing/phrasing that is interesting as well as readable. It's not overly pretentious, but it's also not overly... simplistic? Obvious?
In your face (c.f. 白居易《琵琶行》: “弟走從軍阿姨死”)?
I'd really like to say that I miss some things about the past, but the fact is, I don't always?
There are a lot of things I'd like to be able to do again, and there are a lot of things I would have done the same and why I want to do it is
just so I can do it again. But I really don't miss it that much, I guess.
I'm finding it harder and harder to enjoy the company of people. It does not help that I'm constantly feeling tired and being around people has a very strong tendency to make it worse. Maybe I should just lock myself in my room and engage in my hobbies. Unfortunately, life goes on, and part of that is
having to deal with people and so that is that, I suppose.
Posted at 9:04 PM
Tuesday, September 6, 2016
蘭花不是花
是我眼中人
I do actually rather enjoy talking to myself, and so maybe (when I feel like it or when I stop being so lazy or whatever) I'll make this blog private because
why not.
Also, I do need to keep writing. I have made promises. It may take me a year or twenty, but I'll get it done somehow. I just... haven't felt like it, I guess. Also, I just have no ideas.
Is it weird to say it is nice to be missed? I don't know. I wouldn't wish the feeling of missing someone - anyone - on others but... it makes you feel a little better and I suppose, more appreciated?
I also really like flowers and one day if I travel it will be to see the flowers in bloom.
Posted at 10:14 PM
