Living Up in the Mountains, a Poem

Ahh, the peace, the quiet, the solitude, makes me want to stay longer…translated…

Early Morn, We Drove Up the Mountains as a Family

the Wufeng County Already Hiked Up, without Any Shortness of Breath

However, Our Car, It’d, Seemed, a Bit, Limp

Seeing the Mountains from Behind Us

Chasing the Ones Before

Wuji Mountain, Xia Mountain, Maibarlai Mountain

They’d, Chased it Up in a Relay Race

The Rows of Cherry Blossoms Bloomed in Synchrony

Like a Dozen Peacocks, Showing Off Their Feathers at Once

Peacocks, Fireflies, Parrots, Pheasants

Cherry Blossoms, Peaches, Tea Trees, Plum Trees

Already, Moved in to This 1,200 Feet Above Sea Level

They are the Ones, Who, Lived Here

This Place

with the Nature Scenes, Offering the

Winds, the Forests, the Sunshine as the Meals

Melt in Our Mouths

The Fogs and Clouds, They Loved to Stay on Our Tongues

Turned Our Stomachs Over

In the Evenings

Nobody Wants to Get Off

Not the Teas, Nor the Coffees

Nor the Tourists’ Cars

Not the Clouds

Nor the Mountains

Let Alone, This Sense of Solitude & Quiet

Because, this, is such a peaceful place, nobody wants to get off of it, because we all want to stay peaceful, as the world down below the mountains, offered us a ton of chaos, of our daily life routines, that, is why we all, want to stay a bit, longer…

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Writing Each Novel Was Like Destroying My Own Body, and Building it Back Up Again

How getting ill was this writer’s realizing that he needed to change his way of writing, on discovering the self, from the Front Page Sections, translated…

From his twenties, to now, the writer Yi-Jun Luo had weathered through depression and long-term insomnia, in the past three years, he was overcome with three serious illnesses, and last year, he thought he didn’t have long to live. As he was called that he’d own the writing awards, he said it was, “shocking” and “confusing and moving”, “This was the never-before happening moments in literature, with the good novels coming out one by one, I’m glad, to be in this time of literary growth, I hope to melt like a cube of sugar into the era, to share my knowledge with those who shared my love for writing.”

Lo who is an Aries, described himself as a Neanderthal, with the primal instincts, starting at age twenty, he’d started to worship the trends of western modern novels since the 80s and 90s. And yet, those who’d, “grown up drinking the poisonous western modern novels”, a lot of his generation had, committed suicide, or died with illnesses, like his best friends, Yuan, Huang, and Chiu, and many others.

Lo said, in recent years, he’d fallen ill many times, and slowly, come to understand, that he’d needed to prepare the materials from outside his own areas of expertise in writing of the novels, it’s like how the athletes, being engaged in long-term extreme sports, it would be, damaging to the physical health. And yet, he’d, burned out his brain repeatedly, and, causing his nervous system to be in a feverish state.

As he’d spoken on the highly remarked “Western Summer Hotel”, he’d admitted that half way into writing it, he had a relapse of his depression, and when he returned, he’d forgotten, the structures of the story, and as the volume became a book, there were, regrets. For the decade that followed, he’d been taking sleeping pills to help him rest, and felt, “I think my I.Q. is a lot lower compared to ten years ago.”

Last year, Lo suddenly passed out while walking, after being taken to the hospital, he’d learned there were, damages to his cardiac muscles, and, other than thinking about his own loved ones when he fell, he thought, “I still owe myself a very good long novel.” Later on, his instructor, Yang suggested he look at some eastern paintings, to see how they’d, kept themselves steady, when their world is collapsing, to find that method, to keep himself steady. And now, as Lo looked at the paintings, the chinas from the Song Dynasty, touching the rock with the natural marks, he’d felt, at ease and calm, and found, that “the eastern of what he’d, ignored, was like the roots of the soul”, and stopped battling death using the western methods anymore.

Lo said, the three novels that the critic, Wang commended on, each one he’d written it with the mind of destroying himself, then rebuilding himself back up again. And now, he’d hoped, to find a milder method of writing, and continued laboring in literature using the heartfelt, genuine ways, to bring back the terms that modern day man overlooked, such as “respect” and “forgiveness”.

And so, that, is this writer’s journey, to finding a better way to write, in the past, he’d, written using that brute force, which worked, back when he was younger, because he had too much energy to burn out, but, he couldn’t, write like that anymore, as he’s, older, and, it’d, tried his mind, made him sick, and so, he’s, slowly, learning a brand new way, to write…

Corner of Bliss

Needing some peace and quiet, from the noisy workplace, and, you’d, stumbled across, this small piece of heaven on earth, and found your peace there! Translated…

Having a work environment that resembles a garden, it’s, an amazing thing, but, as I was, about to transfer to the office surrounded by the mountains, I was, a bit, hesitant, it isn’t, at all, convenient, the closest 24/7 mart is over ten minutes by foot, and so, it wasn’t, my ideal workplace. But, the move was set, and, I can only hope, that I will, get adapted to this new location quickly.

a place like this one, maybe???  Photo from online…查看來源圖片

The moment I’d set foot into the office, to the moment I left the community, all day long, I got stuck, in the office spaces. When the air-conditioning wasn’t running, if other coworkers complained of the loud traffic from the nearby freeways, or that the construction was too loud, refusing to open up the windows, I’d felt, a bit, depressed, sitting in the center of the office. After a day, my body and mind, completely, stressed out, and, I’d, taken all of my displease from the office home with me, week, after week, after week, it’s, so damaging to my health.

One day after lunch, I had the thought, of escaping from this stuffed up place. I walked down to the lobby, and, as my curiosity urged me, I’d, pushed the backdoor open, walked toward the other end, I’d, strolled to the big pond. The gentle sun kissed my face, and, I’d heard the concerto of quacks, I’d focused my eyes, there were, geese, ducks, and mergansers, leisurely enjoying the afternoon. As I approached, they’d, started their impromptu performance, the white geese started with their waltz, very elegant, such amazing dancers in the water. The ducks’ singles dances were, very cute and lively, I, the member of the audience, was enticed, to start dancing myself. And, the couples dances by the mandarin ducks, were intoxicating to me, they’d taken turns on the dancefloor, kept my complete attention, and, would waddle to the shores, and sat with me in the audience, to give the performers, the biggest kind of applause.

The sonata sounded off by the tips of the branches, it was, the embellishments of the spring breeze, the various colors, the flowers that bloomed out of the branches, became, the must-have stage setting for these dances on the waters. Everything that entered into my eyes, were the breaths of springtime, very relaxing, intoxicating, it’d, helped me wave goodbye to the stresses I was, feeling.

Every time I was hit by the pressures, I’d, walked over, to this garden in the back, a sonata performed by nature, a dance on the waters, it’d, helped alleviated my stresses instantaneously. If you want a recharge, come, to the pond, what a, corner of bliss, I’d found!

meditating by a pond…photo from online…查看來源圖片

And so, because you’re, STUCK where you worked, that is why, you’d, needed to, find a place where you can go, to relax, and you’d, accidentally, stumbled upon this small haven for yourself, and, in the few minutes you have away from work, you’d, come to this particular spot, to relax.

Missing the Passing of the Seasons, a Poem

Just trekking through life, where life takes you, translated…

Slowly, the Buds of Springtime Became

The Bulrush of Autumn that Swayed

The Rich of the Rivers of Summers Turned

into the Dried Up Branches Over the Rivers of Winter

I’d, Slowly, Approached

Passing Through the Seasons, I Seemed to Know

But, it’s, Still, Very, Far Off

There’s, that scent of, just walking through the seasons of one’s own life, not paying attention to things in particular, but also, keeping that watchful eye of the goings on around you…

Memories, Four Poems

The philosophies of this earthly life, translated…

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  1. Memories are Like Moss

The Mountains Used the Bird Calls to Name it

My Time Became a Spore

Asleep, Deep Inside

The Evening Fogs Wrapped the Roses in Flames

The Drizzles Fell Endlessly

You are, My Stay

a Small Pathway

in that Shoreside without the Lights

This, is how much, you’d, relied on that certain someone, to keep you steady, to have that place where your hearts can go, to find that safe place in the world…

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The Memories are Like the Running Streams

Washing at the Rocks in the Midst

I’m that Foam that Turned Repeatedly

Adding to the Fishes that Swam in the Streams

The Night, in the Sounds of the Streams

Journey in Secret on My Own

Passed Through that Wild Forest

Becoming the Clouds Up in the Mountains

You are, the Starry Night Skies of the Open Plains

with the Eyes, Hidden

The Plains Became the Illuminated Bosoms

Brought the Air of You in the Dawn

And so, waiting for someone, to return, is what this felt like, and, everything is still, very much alive in your memories, the love you and that someone special had, shared from before, it’s, still, right there, inside your heart and your mind!

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The Memories Like the Sand

Filled with the Scars of Autumn

Your Bones, Turned into Smaller Hills

Your Skins, Became the Rivers

Leading the Way for the Tears

Spread Out the Wrinkles of Time

The Wind Blew Through a Decade

and Another

Your Bones Like the Hills

Skin, Like the Rivers

Memories, Like the Sands

Even as the Wind Stopped, the Needles from the Pines Still, Fell All Over the Places

And so, no matter what, memories will be lost, there’s, just NO way, to stop the progressions of time, and, as we are all older, things are, lost, the memories, slowly, gone by the day…

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The Memories are, Like the Gates, into the Mountains

Swaying Between, the First, the Second, and the Third Doors

Looking into the Greens

Finding that Monastery

The Memories are like the Dojos

After the Morning Chants, come the Noon Chants, then the Evening Chants

After the Chants, the Repentance

Came the Chimes from the Bell

The Wind, the Rain Raged on, Turning the World Dark

The World Became, an Endless Wetland

Something, Hidden Deep, into the Waters

Something, Buried, Deep, in the Earth

And so, this, is where we all end up, as dusts and dirt, and, the memories we have of this world that we’d, carried with us up until we pass away, will all be buried, with our bodies that had, stopped working…

A Local Young Man from Bitan Gave Up His High Salary at a Firm, and is Now, Living His Dreams of Entrepreneurship, Making the Dragon Boats

林子鈞放棄百萬年薪,就為了堅持他的龍舟夢。 記者陳珮琦/翻攝

the man, very  enthusiastic about what he does for a living, and that, is the key to his success!

This man realized, that there’s, MORE important things than making the high pays, that it is, more important, that he enjoys, doing what he loves for work! From the Newspapers, translated…

Who says that only on Dragon Boat Festival can you row the dragon boats? The only and first sports company focusing on the dragon boat races, “Seeker”, uses the customizations of the courses, it’d, started up the trend of the companies’ interest in the activities.

The company, “Seeker”, hidden in the old shopping streets of Bitan in Hsintien, is the very first, and ONLY sports company that trains the dragon boat racers, its founder, Dzi-Jun Lin is a child who’d grown up by the side of Bitan, every time he’d recalled how the earlier years of his life when the dragon boat races, involving tens of thousands of participants, it’d, roused up his dreams of becoming a dragon boat rower too, and so, a year ago, for the sake of his own dreams, he’d given up on his million-dollar salaries, and set up “Seeker”, the water sports company.

“Seeker” means “seeking a dream”, with an MBA, when Lin studied in the U.S., he’d gone on the dragon boat races sponsored by the enterprises in Taiwan, all around the U.S. to compete, “there are the races being held year-round in the U.S.”; later he’d started working in Taiwan for two years, and although he’d made around a million dollars annually, “but I was unhappy”, because his dream of racing the dragon boat still lived inside of his mind, and so, he’d, quitted his job, went to China, to observe the developments of the dragon boat races in China, and saw enormous potentials, and decided, to turn his dreams into action.

“Because of that sense of cohesiveness”, Lin told, that the reason why the dragon boat races are so attractive was “it takes everybody onboard the boat to work together, the racers hearts needed to beat as one”, and because many of the workers from various companies, who’d started racing the dragon boats, fell in love, they’d not set up the groups on their own, with their own teams, and they’d even, bought the boats to race for practice on their own.

Lin said, that the establishment of his company, “Seeker”, not only provided the trainers, the equipment, the boat that the races needed, it’d also appealed to the outstanding watersports competitors to sign on, so they can put their skills to good use, and it’d taken this celebratory competitive sport toward a global realm as well.

So, because this young man loved the sport so very much, and he saw the potentials of setting up the establishment for the sport, he’d, followed through the steps, to make his own dreams come true, and that just showed, that if you have a dream, you should, go out, and pursue it, given that your dreams, don’t hurt anybody else.

Winning, is Being Happy

The philosophy of this visually impaired street performer’s life, translated…

She said, “I have flexible schedule, we can go out for coffee anytime you want to……”

We’d arrived at a café she loved, and, we were careless, spilled the coffees, the owner of the shop quickly went to get the dishrags, “no, it’s not necessary, I’ll wipe it myself!” the two of us were like in a race, before the shop owner got back, we’d, wiped the table off with the napkin, she was so happy she’d, won, she’d, let out a hooray!

Being completely blind, she’s a street performer, and only worked on the two days of the weekend, just like she’d told me, work wasn’t busy one bit, there would be five days of the week that belonged to just her, “I loved to sing, not to be famous, just hoped, that I have the chance to perform for someone is all.”

As she’d started performing, she’d only sung her favorite songs, later, she’d told her audience, “You can make a request, and see if I know it”, this small turn was like how the chef hated chopping the onions, but for the sake of his guests, he’d still needed to do it.

There would be the period of time when she’d just talked before she’d performed, completely matched her character, her mode of work was she’d sung a song, then started a monologue, sometimes, she’d struck up a conversation with a member of the audience.

“Do you like your job?”

She’d raised up her pitch, “I love it, I’m very happy, I can be, free as I wish!”

She’d worked hard singing, at least, keeping this lifestyle going. Although it’s quite hard for someone who’s visually impaired to live, but it’d not, troubled her one bit.

Actually, I’d come into contact with a lot of street performers, on the sunny days, it was all right, but on the rainy, it was, like going to war, “Yeah, happened a couple of times.” If it were a sudden downpour, it’d, made the performers panic, especially when the equipment are expensive, but there would always be the kind souls, that came to help. And her cart, containing all of her necessities, electric keyboard, microphone, electric bottle, a set of stereos………over thirty kilograms in weight. Naturally, she couldn’t, possibly haul it all out on one try by herself, so she’d, split the items up into six, seven trips, and as she’d moved the equipment, she’d, hollered aloud, “Excuse me, excuse me”, walked to about ten minutes away to take a cab, and, after she got out of the cab, she’d moved the equipment onto the trolley, with the cane, moved to her spot, set the items up. As for the route she took, she’d learned from a visually impaired professor, it wasn’t hard for her. After she was done performing, she’d put up all her equipment, the placed them onto the cart, then, went to the place where the cabs were waiting in shifts……………I’d become dizzy, just hearing her tell of it, but, she’d stated, with that steady tone, “Although it’s hard, but I love it.”

查看來源圖片here’s a photo of a street performer, from online…

She kept stressing, that this, was her ideal job, although she’d only worked two days per week, and not made quite enough money, but she really, loved it. “I look forward to the weekends everyday, that way, I can, head out happy, to sing for others……” Her voice was infectious, and, she’d not just carried that lifted tone when she said “happy”, her face was, smiling too.

That was, enough, being happy, is winning in life.

And so, this, is how easily satisfied this woman is, she’d needed very little, just to do what she enjoyed, performing in front of others, for what little money she could make. Job satisfaction is EVERYTHING, if you don’t enjoy what you’re doing, no matter how well it pays, it’s, still a DRAG!!!