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晚睡有时候也不一定是坏事情哦

不对

早起有时候也不一定是坏事情哦

Staying up late is not always a bad thing. No— getting up early is not always a bad thing.

未成小隱聊中隱,可得長閑勝暫閑。

我本無家更安往,故鄉無此好湖山。

Not yet a recluse in the hills, let me be one amid the town; better lasting leisure than a passing rest. I have no home—where else should I go? My native land has no lakes and hills so fair.

夏日如何能没有绣球

What would summer be without hydrangeas?

嘉定乡毋宁进城记 2026/06.14

A Jiading country mouse goes to town · 2026/06.14

新笔记本的内页正好弥补了我字的问题

The ruling in my new notebook happens to make up perfectly for my handwriting.

整理了一下

前几天在东京一个礼拜的记忆和收获

I spent some time gathering together the memories and keepsakes from my week in Tokyo.

子夜的茶壶依然是热着的🍵

At midnight, the teapot is still warm 🍵

很好的一部纪录片，

我在从东京回来的路上看完了。

整个关东平原有3600万人，

整个日本列岛有1.2亿人。

可把视角放在每个人身上，

整个世界明明只有自己一个人。

在绝望的隔绝和孤独中，

无法表露自己的内心，

无法以真面目示人，

以至终于在沉默中爆发；或者在沉默中灭亡。

大家都开玩笑说我是日本人。

可惜如果这样看的话，

我早就和日本人一样了罢。

我不想当“日本人”

A very fine documentary, which I finished on the journey home from Tokyo. The Kantō Plain holds thirty-six million people; the Japanese archipelago, one hundred and twenty million. Yet seen through the eyes of any one person, the entire world seems to contain that person alone. In despairing isolation and loneliness, unable to reveal the heart, unable to show one’s true face, one finally erupts in silence—or perishes within it. Everyone jokes that I am Japanese. Sadly, seen this way, perhaps I became just like them long ago. I do not want to be “Japanese.”

也是在晴空塔喝上生日景观酒了

（今天是阴历生日，一年两个生日不过份吧哈哈）

At last, a birthday drink with a view of Tokyo Skytree. Today is my birthday by the lunar calendar. Two birthdays a year is hardly excessive, is it? Haha.

24岁的第一天

从24小时不眠的东京开始🎂

The first day of being twenty-four begins in Tokyo, a city awake twenty-four hours a day 🎂

一般这样炎热的天气

来一碗酸酸甜甜冰冰凉凉的朝鲜冷面是最爽的

现在在这里很难吃到了

In heat like this, nothing feels better than a bowl of Korean cold noodles—tangy, sweet and ice-cold. They are so hard to find here now.

夜晚的时钟转的确实比白天快

我还一直记得刚吃完晚饭不久

一转头只发现窗外的天空亮了

我到底还是把自己全留给了黑夜

At night, the clock truly does run faster than by day. I could still remember having only just finished dinner; then I turned around and found the sky outside already bright. In the end, I gave all of myself to the night.

这就是午后的春日啊

This is what a spring afternoon feels like.

什么是“现代”？什么是“进步”？什么是“未来”？

我这辈子见过的东西里面，

没有比太阳之塔更“现代”、更“进步”、更“未来”的东西了。

——即使他已经56岁了

P1 是我现在桌子上矗立的的太阳之塔

P2 是1970年大阪世博会时的太阳之塔

P3 正好是一年前的今天（2025年4月14日），我专程去大阪亲眼见到他的时候，站在他脚下留下的照片

What is “modern”? What is “progress”? What is “the future”? Of everything I have seen in my life, nothing is more modern, more progressive, or more futuristic than the Tower of the Sun. Even though it is already fifty-six years old. P1: the Tower of the Sun now standing on my desk. P2: the Tower of the Sun at Expo ’70 Osaka. P3: exactly one year ago today, 14 April 2025, when I travelled to Osaka expressly to see it with my own eyes and took this photograph at its feet.

假期无聊仿照日本古典物语写了一则小故事

很久很久之前的某年的四月份

有一个从唐国来的人在山阳道上游历

当他游历到舞子之浜这个地方的时候

在牛车上看到海岸上站着一个女孩

她穿着一袭天蓝色的衣裳

左手举着闪闪的铜镜

迎着日光 朝着唐国人微笑

这个女孩的容颜

相信连月国的辉夜姬看到之后

也要自惭形秽地用桧扇遮住自己的脸

何况是凡世的普通男人呢

唐国人正要将头伸出牛车

想要多看一眼女子的绝世容貌

可惜这女子早不见踪影

在接下来的一路上

唐国人的脑袋一刻也不敢收回牛车里

生怕再错过这位女子的显现

可直到姬路 唐国人也没再见过这女子一面

只打听到这个女子的名字唤做安香诗乃渡比卖

唐国人坐船回到唐国后

整日对着大海发呆

天边日出日落多少回

海岸潮涨潮落多少次

唐国人仍然忘不了安香诗乃渡比卖的容貌

就连眼前的海水也全无了颜色

唐国人派了好多使者渡船前往秋津洲打听安香诗乃渡比卖的下落

但是因为唐国人将安香诗乃渡比卖举着铜镜的手记成了右手

派出的使者一个一个都没有回音

就这样一直等到七月份

唐国人决定自己撑船前去秋津洲

哪里都不去 直接令船只停靠在了舞子之浜

这是个阴云密布的日子

唐国人在海边再一次看到了安香诗乃渡比卖

只见穿着灰蓝色衣裳的她

左手仍然拿着铜镜却暗淡无光

脸上也看不到笑容

和自己在唐国见到的寻常女子没有什么两样

唐国人回去了

但他仍然忘不了在舞子之浜见到的

手里举着闪闪铜镜的

有着让辉夜姬见了都自惭形秽的容貌的

安香诗乃渡比卖

他寻遍天下的海岸

不管是唐国的海岸还是秋津洲的海岸

再也见不到这样的容颜

With little else to do over the holiday, I wrote a small tale in the manner of a classical Japanese monogatari. Long, long ago, in April of some distant year, a traveller from the Tang lands journeyed along the San’yōdō. When his travels brought him to Maiko-no-hama, from his ox carriage he saw a maiden standing upon the shore. She wore a robe of sky blue, and in her left hand held aloft a gleaming bronze mirror. Facing the sunlight, she smiled at the traveller from the Tang lands. Such was the maiden’s beauty that even Princess Kaguya of the Moon, upon seeing her, would surely have hidden her face behind a cypress fan in shame. What hope, then, had an ordinary mortal man? The traveller was just leaning his head beyond the ox carriage, hoping for one more glimpse of her matchless face, when the maiden vanished without a trace. For the rest of the journey, he dared not draw his head back into the carriage for even a moment, lest he miss the maiden’s reappearance. Yet all the way to Himeji, he never saw her again. He learned only that her name was Akashinotohime (Princess of the Akashi Strait). After sailing home to the Tang lands, the traveller spent his days staring out to sea. How many times the sun rose and set beyond the horizon; how many times the tides advanced and withdrew along the shore. Still he could not forget the face of Akashinotohime, and even the sea before him seemed drained of colour. The traveller sent many envoys across the water to Akitsushima to seek news of Akashinotohime. But he had remembered the hand that held her bronze mirror as the right, not the left, and one envoy after another departed without reply. So he waited until the seventh month. Then the traveller resolved to sail to Akitsushima himself. He went nowhere else, but ordered his boat to put in directly at Maiko-no-hama. It was a day heavy with cloud. Upon the shore, the traveller saw Akashinotohime once more. She wore a robe of grey-blue. The bronze mirror remained in her left hand, but no longer shone. There was no smile upon her face. She looked no different from any ordinary woman he had known in the Tang lands. The traveller returned home. Yet he could never forget the Akashinotohime he had seen at Maiko-no-hama: the maiden who held aloft a glittering bronze mirror, whose beauty would have made even Princess Kaguya hide her face in shame— Akashinotohime. He searched every shore beneath heaven, the coasts of the Tang lands and the coasts of Akitsushima alike, but never again did he behold such a face.

听说春光从不直接示人

她只是闪耀在万物的身上

让全世界作镜子照出她的面孔

They say spring never shows herself directly. She merely shines upon all things, making the whole world a mirror in which her face appears.

我说三月的上海怎么见着雪了呢

缓过神来一瞧

原来是灯下雨

I wondered how there could be snow in Shanghai in March. Then I looked again: it was only rain beneath the lamplight.

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我发现

我得了一种

看见什么好看东西就想摆在桌子上的毛病

I have discovered that I suffer from a condition: whenever I see something beautiful, I want it on my desk.

嘉定乡毋宁进城记 2026/03.02

犯了看到漂亮盘子就忍不住买的毛病

A Jiading country mouse goes to town · 2026/03.02 Once again afflicted by the inability to see a beautiful plate without buying it.

今天（这个点来说应该算是昨天了罢）

全家在饭店团拜 喝了三两白酒。

还被撺掇着上台 唱了一首千昌夫的《北国の春》

整个一个活人微死的状态

あゝ

先不说在这个全是不怎么熟悉的亲戚的场合当中我的感觉多么微妙

拿起话筒的时候，想起千昌夫唱这首歌的时候，穿着皱皱巴巴的风衣，背着一袋風呂敷，一个去东京打拼的北国人的形象

不禁想起自己在外面，虽然可能穿得体面些，不也是这样一个人吗。

Today—though at this hour I suppose it was yesterday—the whole family gathered for a New Year dinner at a restaurant, and I drank about 150 millilitres of baijiu. Then they coaxed me onto the stage to sing Masao Sen’s “Kitaguni no Haru.” I was, in every sense, barely alive. Ah— never mind how peculiar it felt to perform before a roomful of relatives I scarcely knew. The moment I picked up the microphone, I pictured Masao Sen singing the song in a rumpled trench coat, a furoshiki bundle over his shoulder: a man from the northern country who had gone to Tokyo to make his way. And I could not help thinking of myself out in the wider world. My clothes may be a little smarter, but am I not just such a person too?

更高、更快、更强是奥林匹克的格言

也是手上的五环红绳对我的本命新年祝福

小红绳祝福我新年快乐呀～

🔵🟡⚫️🟢🔴

“Faster, Higher, Stronger” is the Olympic motto. It is also the blessing this five-ring red cord carries for me in my zodiac year. Little red cord, wish me a happy New Year— 🔵🟡⚫️🟢🔴

蒙古族人认为

火神能驱除邪恶 赐予幸福🔥

所以在小年夜祭祀篝火

身边没有篝火的可以在我这里Cyber Respect🫡

Mongolian tradition holds that the God of Fire drives out evil and bestows happiness 🔥 So bonfires are honoured on Little New Year’s Eve. If there is no bonfire near you, you may pay your Cyber Respects here 🫡

骑着我的小单轮

Riding my little unicycle.

半夜盯着工位上的两张脸发呆

突然意识到了一个可能不仅仅是巧合的巧合

原来我买造像 从来都只看眼睛的——

绫波丽这人造人本没有情感，却回头注视递来水一般柔和的微笑；

观世音这菩萨本无所谓情感，却低垂眼神露出月一般高洁的悲悯。

宣和画谱卷一的开头就是顾恺之的记载：愷之毎畫人成，或數年不點目睛。人問其故，荅曰：“四體妍蚩，本亡闗於妙處，傳神寫照，正在阿堵中。”宋人能将观音雕出人的气息，全靠那双水中看月的眼睛。

Late at night, staring absently at the two faces on my desk, I suddenly noticed a coincidence that may not be mere coincidence. It turns out that whenever I choose a figure, I have only ever looked at the eyes. Rei Ayanami, an artificial being supposedly without emotion, turns back to meet a glass of water with a smile as gentle as water itself. Guanyin, a bodhisattva beyond human feeling, lowers her gaze in compassion, pure and aloof as the moon. The first scroll of the Xuanhe Catalogue of Paintings opens with an account of Gu Kaizhi: whenever he completed a portrait, he might leave the pupils undotted for years. Asked why, he replied, “The beauty or plainness of the limbs has no bearing on the subtle essence. To transmit the spirit in a likeness—it is all there, in the eyes.” Song sculptors gave Guanyin the breath of a living person entirely through those eyes: eyes like the moon seen in water.

波斯艺术以其诗意让我着迷。

仅仅因为这句铭文

它成了全场唯一一件让我想要留影的展品

无香无色的玫瑰实属异类

夜莺自不会为之倾心

读书人啊——

我所爱慕的

乃是此花的精魂 而非美色娇姿

Persian art has always enchanted me with its poetry. For this inscription alone, it became the only object in the entire exhibition with which I wanted a photograph. A rose without scent or hue is a strange thing indeed; no nightingale would ever fall for it. O learned man— it is the soul of this flower that I adore, not the charms of colour and form.

Projekt Urania-Weltzeituhr: Prototyp 0

乌拉尼亚世界钟 零号机

第一次在104过夜 是为了攒一个模型

Projekt Urania-Weltzeituhr: Prototyp 0 Urania World Clock · Prototype No. 0 The first time I spent a night in Room 104 was to finish a model.

假期不务正业第一弹

新宫殿落成

Holiday idling, instalment one: a new palace completed.

第二次会晤Walt Disney

并从他手里抢回了一只开蒸汽船的老鼠

A second summit with Walt Disney— and I wrested back from him a mouse at the helm of a steamboat.

2025

未来的我可能不会喜欢这个年份

但是一定会深深爱上

在狂风和酷寒中欣赏雪景的自己

2025. My future self may never care for this year, but will surely come to love, deeply, the self who stood in bitter wind and cold, admiring the snow.

上次为了换换心情

重新规划了一下工位的陈设

东西没有以前摆得多了

尤其是火车模型

以前摆了一桌子

现在只留了两列

CRH5A和谐号——老家刚通了高铁，虽然说怎么跑的还是这快20年前的车型；

NY6内燃机车牵引的普速列车——虽然说NY6这个车型很冷门（这也是我为什么买这台机车的原因，没人买，不用抢），但它是八九十年代京包铁路北京山区段的主力牵引机车，说不定父母辈之前坐火车出远门或者回老家的时候坐的就是这一列；

留这两列火车，可能还是和家乡有些关系。

The last time I needed a change of mood, I rearranged my desk. There is less on it than before—especially the model trains. An entire tabletop once stood crowded with them; now only two remain. A CRH5A Hexie EMU: high-speed rail has only just reached my hometown, though somehow it still runs with a model nearly twenty years old. An ordinary passenger train hauled by an NY6 diesel locomotive: the NY6 is an obscure model—which is precisely why I bought it; nobody else wanted one, so there was no scramble. Yet through the 1980s and ’90s it was the principal locomotive on the mountain section of the Beijing–Baotou Railway. Perhaps this was the very kind of train my parents’ generation once took when travelling far from home, or returning to it. Keeping these two trains may still have something to do with where I come from.

一个普普通通的

平静而又

安宁的

夜晚🎄

An ordinary, quiet, peaceful night 🎄

古都的雪❄️

Snow in the ancient capital ❄️

好久没能看到自己从嘴巴里呼出来的白雾了

It has been so long since I last saw my breath turn white in the cold.

感觉最近表达欲有些强

因为语言是思想的边界

我用一整年的时间想明白了一件事

一直害怕自己留不住美好的事物，一直害怕美好的事物离自己而去，我一直在意事物的变与不变——捉摸不透的身边事，无法安定的生活，永远不变的孤独——害怕事物的变化多端，害怕不存在的依靠

落日很美，当在湖边欣赏湖边的落日倒影时，会想世间有什么事物比这更美呢？太阳终究会落下，不是因为太阳抛弃了我，而是地球在自转。而落日的美丽我抓不住，带不走，什么文字、什么照相机，即使能捕捉到光影，也留不住这全部的感觉。只有现在，全身心地感受美，全身心地感受幸福。我明白了，美好和幸福是无所谓带走、无所谓留下，无所谓执着它的存在和永恒的——为美丽和幸福的到来而愉悦，而不必为其流走而悲伤，只要我存在着，只要我感受着，对身边人物事物多端变化的害怕是没有必要的，就像落日的美一样——看到日落了，认真感受其美，太阳落下了，我知道只要我还能够走到这湖边，这绝美的景色还会出现。

这是我花了一整年，可能是二十三年，想明白的事情——认识到对事物变化的恐惧、对不变的执着是没有必要的。我一直认为2025年是我人生中最糟糕的一年，这一年中我一直沉浸在对变化的恐惧和悲伤当中，但这是2025年送给我的最宝贵的礼物。

“惟江上之清风，与山间之明月，耳得之而为声，目遇之而成色，取之无禁，用之不竭，是造物者之无尽藏也。”我和九百四十三年前在赤壁江上泛舟的苏轼和客人一样，“相与枕藉乎舟中，不知东方之既白。”

I have felt an unusually strong urge to express myself lately. Language, after all, marks the limits of thought. It has taken me an entire year to understand one thing. I was always afraid that I could not hold on to beautiful things, always afraid they would leave me. I obsessed over what changes and what remains: the world around me that I could never quite grasp, a life that refused to settle, the loneliness that never changed. I feared the mutability of things, and the absence of anything dependable. A sunset is beautiful. Watching its reflection beside the lake, one wonders what in the world could be lovelier. The sun will set—not because it has abandoned me, but because the Earth is turning. I cannot seize the beauty of a sunset or carry it away. No words, no camera, however well they capture light and shadow, can preserve the whole of the feeling. There is only the present: to feel beauty with my whole being, and happiness with my whole being. I came to understand that beauty and happiness are not things to be taken away or left behind, nor must we insist that they endure. Rejoice when they arrive; do not grieve merely because they pass. As long as I exist and remain capable of feeling, I need not fear the endless changes in the people and things around me. It is like the beauty of the sunset: when it appears, I give myself to it; when the sun has gone down, I know that as long as I can return to this lakeside, such splendour will appear again. It took me a year—perhaps all twenty-three years of my life—to realise that fearing change and clinging to permanence are both unnecessary. I had thought 2025 the worst year of my life. I spent it immersed in fear and sorrow over change, yet this understanding became the most precious gift the year gave me. “Only the clear breeze over the river and the bright moon among the mountains: heard by the ear, they become sound; met by the eye, they take on form. None can forbid us from taking them, and their enjoyment can never be exhausted. They are the Creator’s boundless treasury.” Like Su Shi and his companions drifting upon the Red Cliff river nine hundred and forty-three years ago, “we lay down together in the boat, unaware that the east was already growing light.”

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今日份日落🌄

Today’s sunset 🌄

the pure nigktsky🌃

The pure night sky 🌃

大半夜突然想起长春的鸡汤豆腐串了 上海哪里有卖的

In the middle of the night, I suddenly started craving Changchun-style tofu skewers in chicken broth. Where can I find them in Shanghai?

到苏州河边来当冤大头

挑食的人自助餐每次都吃亏

P.S.

我恨动能回收 我恨电车

Came down to Suzhou Creek to be cheerfully fleeced. Picky eaters always lose at buffets. P.S. I hate regenerative braking. I hate electric cars.

谢谢大阪世博会，贡献了世界上最好的闭幕词

Thank you, Expo 2025 Osaka, for giving the world its finest closing words.

嘉定乡毋宁进城记 2025/10.02

今天外滩游客好多

看完展览赶紧撤了

P3窗户反射的阳光当作今日份日落照片好了

A Jiading country mouse goes to town · 2025/10.02 The Bund was packed today. Saw the exhibition and made a swift retreat. Let the sunlight reflected in the window in P3 stand in for today’s sunset photo.

看到的最简短——

又最震撼的回答

The briefest answer I have ever seen— and the most stirring.

嘉定乡毋宁进城记 2025/09.09

A Jiading country mouse goes to town · 2025/09.09

午后的雨🎐

An afternoon shower 🎐

在黄浦江边吹着30度的凉风

直忘了今天是几月初几

A thirty-degree “cool breeze” off the Huangpu River— and I quite forgot what day, or even what month, it was.

今日份晚霞预告

A preview of this evening’s sunset.

没想什么文案

单纯只是拍张照在朋友圈占个位置

No caption in mind. Just taking a photo to claim a little place in the feed.