Whether like melting ice or fountaining water, life is sometimes the repeated tracks of the shadow. We flustered at the feeling of romance. Today we embrace the idea that still waters run deep. The world is not a mysterious place. Sometimes we just have to tread it together. That year we entered and left Tibet. If time was ever sealed, you still have full access to it with beautiful memories. The projection of life moves with it. The air smells like the flowers back then. The heart is lost in that beauty. When I rode with you across the grassland, life was entering us right there, simple and direct. Happiness was no longer a luxury back then, easily attained. The feelings in the heart were specific but also vague. The tired body was running for every piece of happiness. Our persevering guarding of that moment led us to go beyond all feelings of life.

　　Glimmers. Morning breeze. Autumn rotates with spring in my dream. The love, growth, memory and thoughts are incomplete clips. We can’t remember when we started or clearly recount the journey in the past. I can still see life, through clips of memories, replaying all flourishing and enthusiasm in a short moment. However you long for a peaceful and balanced heart, like the purest experience and insight of life.

　　A clear well is like a pure heart. Every step you take leaves a lotus behind. You also have been riding a horse dressed up. Now you still have a plain face but your heart is richer. Time goes by. The face withers and age grows. You start to accept the unknown of life and stop being fearful. You see the reality but do not run. You bear the flaw of life but do not deny. You let go of your mistakes and stop regretting. You wish however many ups and downs, you would stay poised and sober.

　　Every nap is filled with joy. The cinnabar is spotted in the indigo porcelain pieces with golden lines. Utopia it is not but you look ready to put Wei Jin behind you, not seeming to care what day it is today. You see different things other people cannot at the same scenery; feel what others don’t and choose the words others will not. That is how you write your own story. Like the stepmother in Snow White, she sees her own beauty but also the more beautiful other. When you go through life and death, made every effort you can and have a real taste of nature, you will have revelation that’s deep down in your heart. You will find things that are not in your hands bring so much delight. Every dream is born at what you think is the end of a road but only because you can’t see.

　　So is it like melting ice or fountain water? Heaven and earth are but a short trip destination for all beings. Each human being is but a passerby in time. The emptiness in heart and doubts of the ever-changing life have always been a part of people’s perception of the world. But from Tibet to Beijing, you may be looking to meet the other side of you. You may be expecting nirvana on the journey, eternal life the green leaves that come back every year, or like mountains or the endless time that starts over everyday. You turn away from the ordinary route and dive into exploring an unrested world. I think your journey of rebirth is the journey of encounters. Your nirvava this time is the constant guessing in life. It feels complete one second but broken off the next. It’s an index but also a challenge. The pursuit of nirvana will carry you on to another realm of life. Maybe you biggest mystery is that you are always on the road and tearing up at the wonders of life. I’m sure that your life has no finishing line. You will only live like your past life, your past, like a dream. You are on this journey with no stop.

　　Jorge Luis Broges: Your matter is time, ceaseless time. You are each solitary moment.

　　Deng Chao

　　June, 2013

　　Guangzhou

作者：Deng,Chao