舒展 Unfold
2023
There isn't much to this book, and the process of making it was also a process of sorting out my own inner thoughts -- 放轻松，像一条河.
The book contains a short story I wrote, which I share with you below.
Offprint London 2023, Tate Morden.
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Tree in August
He was born in the summer. It was a hot August day.
It was a village tradition for children to take a bath in the river. When he first cried and was dipped into the clear, cold water of the river, his frightened eyes looked around —— that was the first time he looked into the woods beside the river.
The villagers say that these trees by the river are gods who collect the wisdom and aura of heaven and earth in their roots, which stretch underground and gather at the bottom of the river, then nourish the living through its flowing waters.
"The river makes the trees come alive!" He exclaimed in awe when he first heard about it.
The river was like a temple.
He had bathed in the river countless times and stared at that forest countless times before he became an adult. That forest was mysterious and inviting to him, and he looked forward to the day when he could walk out of the river and into the forest.
The sap of the great trees flowed into the river.
Our blood is connected.
Our blood is connected.
He kept repeating it in his mind.
He wanted to touch the tree. During the countless times he had bathed in the river, he had also met with that tree countless times. It was a tree that seemed to have been planted at his birth, its branches growing beautifully and deftly, as if greeting him when the wind blew through.
When he actually stood in front of the tree, he felt more and more how beautiful it was.
He fell in love with a tree; as a child he thought, like everyone else, that trees were all male, but now he thought the tree was female.
He visits the tree often, he hugs and whispers to her, he buys her feminine clothes, he hangs feminine underwear and dresses on her branches.
The tree does not speak.
How he wished he was a tree too, that he could sink his roots deep into the earth and spend a hundred years holding hands with her roots and veins entwined in the ground.
His companions soon discovered his secret.
"You shouldn't fall in love with a tree! You should a living woman!"
"But why? It is indeed a living woman that I am in love with!"
"It's a tree, not a man, much less a woman!"
He could not bear a conversation with so many exclamation marks and he was silent.
His friend picked up an apple from the ground and asked him what you would do if you had a bad apple.
He laughed; it wasn't a very good metaphor.
"Eat it." He said and threw the apple away. Along with that bad metaphor.
It would have its moments of low mood.
when its branches won't sway even when the wind blows.
But it was expecting the bird he loved to appear
As soon as she lands on his boughs
It will shake its leaves with joy.
when its branches won't sway even when the wind blows.
But it was expecting the bird he loved to appear
As soon as she lands on his boughs
It will shake its leaves with joy.
He stands at the edge of the woods, the river connecting him to the mountains in the distance, and the tree connecting him to the sky.
As he looks at the tree, there is a girl coming out of the woods, dripping wet and seemingly fresh from a bath in the river. He noticed that her clothes were the same as those he had given to the tree, her limbs were deft and graceful, and as the wind blew past she smiled and greeted him.
"You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, and I will never fail to praise you." He couldn't help saying as the girl stood before him.
They take advantage of the night to hide in the shade and make out.
You tremble against me.
like a wave of the sea.
We float together
Like the sea that moves on and on.
like a wave of the sea.
We float together
Like the sea that moves on and on.
They were making love under that big tree when he suddenly saw a tsunami of waves knock it down and he could no longer find it, it had disappeared into the woods.
He thought that tree was going to be the one that would be etched in his mind and that he would not want to lose, but who knows, maybe she was.
That thought left with his orgasm.
He couldn't remember.
The wind rustled the leaves, as if the woods were mocking him.
The sap of the great trees flowed into the river. Our blood is connected.
Summer is over
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八月的树
他在夏天出生。炎热的八月。
村子里有小孩要在河水里洗浴的传统。当他第一次啼哭着被浸入清澈冰凉的河水中时，他惊恐的眼睛四处张望，那是他望向河边的树林的第一眼。
村里人说河边的树是神灵，他们将天地间的智慧和灵气都收集在根部，根系在地下伸展汇集在河底，通过流动的河水来滋补生灵。
“河水让大树活了！”他第一次听说后惊叹道。
那条河就像一个寺庙。
在成年之前，他在河水里洗过无数次澡，也盯着那片林子看了无数次。那片林子对他来说是神秘而诱人的，他无比期待有一天他可以从河里走出去，进入到林子里。
大树的汁液流进河里。我们血脉相连。
他心里不断重复着。
他想摸摸那棵树。在他无数次在河里洗浴的时候，他也无数次地与那棵树见面。那是一棵似乎在他出生时种下的树，它的枝干长得优美灵巧，风吹过的时候像是在跟他打招呼。
当他真的站在这棵树面前时，他愈发觉得这棵树好美。
他爱上了这棵树。小时候他和其他人一样，觉得树都是公的，但现在他觉得这棵树是女性的。
他经常来看这棵树，他与她拥抱、耳语，他给她买女性的衣服，他将女性的内衣、裙子挂在她的枝头。
树不说话。
他多希望自己也是一棵树，可以将根深深扎进土地，与她的根脉在地下紧紧缠绕，牵手度过百年。
他的同伴很快发现了他的秘密。
“你不该爱上一棵树！你应该一个活生生的女人！”
“可是为什么？我爱上的确实是一个活生生的女人！”
“它是树，不是人，更不是女人！”
他受不了有这么多感叹号的对话，他沉默。
他朋友从地上捡起一个苹果问他，如果你有一个坏苹果，你会怎么做？
他笑了，这不是一个很好的隐喻。
“吃掉它。”他说着将苹果扔了出去。连同那糟糕的隐喻。
它会有心情低落的时候，
那个时候就算风吹来了，它的枝叶也不会摆动；
但是它在期盼他爱的那只鸟儿出现，
只要她落在他的枝桠上，
它就会开心地抖动起叶子。
那个时候就算风吹来了，它的枝叶也不会摆动；
但是它在期盼他爱的那只鸟儿出现，
只要她落在他的枝桠上，
它就会开心地抖动起叶子。
他站在树林边上，河流把他和远处的山连接起来，而树将他和天空连接了起来。
当他望向那棵树时，有一个女孩从树林里走了出来，她浑身湿漉漉，似乎刚在河里洗完澡。他发现她的衣服和自己送给树的衣服一样，她的四肢灵巧优美，当风吹过时，她笑着向他打了个招呼。
“你是我见过最美丽的人，我会永远毫不吝啬地赞美你。”当女孩站在他面前时，他忍不住说道。
他们趁着夜色，躲在树荫里亲热。
你在我身上颤抖
像是一片海浪
我们一起浮动
就像那不停向前的海水
像是一片海浪
我们一起浮动
就像那不停向前的海水
他们在那棵大树下做爱，他突然看到海啸一般的浪将那棵树扑倒，他再也找不到那棵树了，那棵树从此消失在了树林里。
他以为那棵树会成为那个让他刻骨铭心、不愿失去的人，其实谁知道呢，说不定这女孩才是。
但这个想法伴随着他的高潮一起走了，
他记不得了。
风吹树叶沙沙响，仿佛是树林在嘲笑他。
大树的汁液流进河里。我们血脉相连。
夏天结束了。
备忘录 Notesbook
2022
I didn't have any thoughts of selling the book, so I was very surprised when I was contacted by readers - it turns out that people really can communicate with each other through books-
Notesbook is my secret, my silent and hidden feedback on everything around me, just as they are hidden in the covers of the books, page after page like meaningless fragments. But because of you, you opened the covers and gave them meaning.
And I am grateful.
We use books as an exchange of words.
Offprint London 2023, Tate Morden.