Ikekami Diary Jiang Xun

After living in the pool for about a month, you will be familiar with the rising or sinking positions of the constellations in different seasons and at different times. Sometimes there is an inexplicable impulse to close your eyes and listen to the sounds of the stars in the sky, whether rising or sinking, which are so quiet and without noise.

I try to listen to more subtle sounds, like Zhuangzi's "Nature". "Teana" is the sound of love or intimacy in nature. "Nature" may be the voice in my heart. You can find yourself in a quiet place like the swimming pool when you hear the sound of nature.

I lived for a month and began to wander around. If you walk, you can walk along the canyon of the New Lu Wu River to the intersection of this river and Beinan River. The water sounds of the two streams are different. When they hit different rocks, they make different sounds. When they hit the rock wall and turn, they also make a sound.

I listened carefully, and there was search, hope, attachment, disappointment and so many bits and pieces in my voice. I went to the Fog Deer Tribe on the hillside by the stream and watched primary school students raise the national flag on campus. A large tomato field is covered with tomatoes for some reason and left to rot.

Back to the pond, I walked past the nursery center and saw a piece of white cloth about 100 meters long, which was laid on the ground and watered carefully. Curious, I lifted a corner of the wet white cloth and peeped. A grain of rice has just sprouted and is as white as a needle tip. I listened to their breathing and chirping, as if I were talking happily.

Between the long river and the mountains, listening to Qian Qian's ten thousand kinds of "sounds of nature", I seem to slowly find the deep sound memory in my body. Like the clouds on the pond, it can be very high or low, so low that it is close to the rice seedlings, leaving crystal dew on each seedling, so that the seedlings who have had enough sleep can wake up before sunrise.

One day in early spring, I heard the sound of a neem tree about to sprout, with a little pink purple in it. It's early spring, and the valley is still cold, but the neem tree seems to be unable to help but wake up soon.

Before going to bed and waking up, I always lie in bed with my eyes closed and listen to many kinds of sounds. The quietest thing is the sound of clouds slowly flowing away. In the morning or at night, the traceless and shadowless clouds float gracefully and wander gracefully, leaving their silvery white and faint silvery gray sounds in the air.

The flowing sound in Ting Yun is lighter than water, and the clouds move slowly. If there is something, it seems to be absent, if it is broken, it will continue.