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0321 22歲啦 還是看不懂自己現在到底在幹嘛 啊沒差啦 歡喜就好嘛

船雀Nocturnal Sparrow

9 小時前

几十年过去，麻雀们依然迁徙，跟随海上号角来到太平洋，在这广袤之海，他们相隔甚远。传说海上号角是海豚的声音、海鸥的声音、海浪的声音、抹香鲸从海底发出的空灵悠远的长鸣...声音交织着，庇护爱人与我航行。远离喧嚣恐怖，撑起船帆划桨，带上小狗，来到一座岛——锦簇的花丛，衔着玫瑰的麻雀，轻柔的琴声与钟声交汇，小世界里的卡通人物为我们演奏起管弦乐… 愿未来与你相伴，愿你做个好梦。 傅兴灏 2021.1.31 Years pass. The sparrows are still migrating. Following the call of the sea, they arrive at the Pacific, vast and endless, far from one another. They say the sea horn is everything at once—the sound of dolphins, seagulls, waves, and something deeper, a distant call from far below. These sounds fold together, keeping us safe as we drift. Far from noise, far from fear, we raise the sail and move forward, a small dog with us. An island appears—flowers in clusters, a sparrow with a rose, soft guitar and bell tones in the air. In that small world, cartoon figures play for us, an endless, gentle orchestra. May the future be with you. May you dream a good dream. Xinghao Fu January 31, 2021

船雀Nocturnal Sparrow

9 小時前

又是自然醒，天未亮，走廊的酒瓶东倒西歪，接连又是一阵久睡之后的头痛，做了个长长的噩梦，有点不真实，时间？(可能是凌晨27点83分)。未来未知，恐怖且美好。此刻，我们身体渐渐长出了翅膀和羽毛，我们似乎对此并不觉得奇怪，梳理羽毛后，互相道别，展开翅膀，飞向即将到来的黎明，继续迁徙。虽然看不见，但那胆怯的光就在山的后面… I wake again, before dawn. Bottles are scattered across the corridor. That same dull ache follows too much sleep. A long dream, already fading. Time—27:83, or something like that. The future remains unknown, terrifying, beautiful. And then, wings begin to grow. Feathers emerge quietly from our backs. No one questions it. We straighten them, say goodbye, and lift into the pale light, heading toward something ahead. Though we can't see it, a small, timid glow waits beyond the mountain.

船雀Nocturnal Sparrow

9 小時前

都市传说：…在镜之边缘，浮现出影子阴森的脸庞… An urban legend: at the edge of the mirror, a face appears—dim, watching, almost there.

船雀Nocturnal Sparrow

9 小時前

一个阶段结束就是一次迁徙，麻雀作为留鸟一般不迁徙。夜晚，高中教室的走廊里，充斥着少年感悟哲学的酒精、模糊的记忆、都市传说。未来未知，恐怖且美好...远处光景中时间在倒流，人群熙攘，声音和意识逐渐模糊。那些不应该迁徙的麻雀在迁徙路上迷了路，夜空中胆怯的黑暗之星越来越大，吞没了夜空… The end of something is always a kind of migration. Sparrows aren't meant to migrate. At night, in a high school corridor, there's alcohol in the air, and half-formed thoughts about life, about everything. Fragments, rumors, urban legends. The future remains unknown, terrifying, beautiful. In the distance, time begins to loosen. Voices blur, and so does everything else. Sparrows that shouldn't leave lose their way. And in the sky, a timid dark star grows, until it swallows everything.

船雀Nocturnal Sparrow

9 小時前

模糊的记忆：小时候我去过一个地方，在街港的隐秘角落，老鼠洞般的入口，里面透出微光。那是个与世隔绝的迷你世界，像上世纪的街头。午夜，微弱的灯光下，流浪画家在夜里作画，身边的卡通人物们结束了一天的盛大游行，睡得香甜，抱着他们的小号与军鼓… Another blurred memory: once, I found a place hidden on a corner of the street, an entrance like a mouse hole, with faint light breathing inside. It was a world apart from ours, like a street from another century. At midnight, under dim fluorescent light, a wandering painter works in silence. Around him, cartoon figures rest, their parade long finished, trumpets and drums held loosely in sleep.

船雀Nocturnal Sparrow

9 小時前

模糊的记忆：好像体育课上那些不爱说话的法师，更愿意找个安静角落待着，偶尔从远处瞟一眼远处浮夸的笑容，继续埋头沉浸，用羽毛笔在书上写写画画，进入另一个世界。此时天空一半晴空，一半乌云，风似乎预兆着雨季… A blurred memory: in P.E. class, some quiet "mages" drift to the corners. They glance, sometimes, at the exaggerated laughter in the distance, then lower their heads again. Pen scratching paper, they disappear into another world. Above us, the sky splits—half clear, half clouded. The wind carries something, rain perhaps.

船雀Nocturnal Sparrow

9 小時前

后来它飞走了。中学生活结束，始终有个焦虑的和弦在脑海回荡。未来未知，恐怖且美好。无聊之夜，胡乱吃过晚饭后，夏至聒噪的蝉鸣让我焦虑，闷热的空气也让我焦虑，手指都被我啃完了。无聊之夜，可以与朋友们虚度… Later, it flies away. Middle school ends, but somewhere, a tense chord keeps ringing. The future—unknown, terrifying, beautiful. On a dull night, after a careless meal, the cicadas of the solstice won't stop. The heat presses in, and I keep biting my fingers. On nights like this, we waste time together, without noticing.