// April 2015
I have always feel that poems and rains they go very well together. Both cleanse the soul. And I was outside of myself when I got to experience both at the same time in a class I took exactly a year ago. HC3013. I might be terribly bad when it comes to literary analysis (or exams for that matter) but words don't discriminate. I still don't think subpar grades make me any less of a reader. It has always only been about what I feel and how I feel. That's the thing about Cancerians I guess. With that class, I felt strongly about a lot of things - some of which I wrote in my tangible diary, and some I carry within myself. But the thing about people is that we don't stay in one place forever（总不能死赖着不走）even though sometimes we wish time would just stop running so fast for once coz heck I hadn't even caught up with my own thoughts and whatever feelings that sprung up from nowhere. Then again, that place had been too beautiful to walk away from. Maybe I'm still at the same place and that's okay. I have since then only looked at and thought of umbrellas in a metaphorical way. And that's okay too. It's not a bad way to remember people by.
I have always feel that poems and rains they go very well together. Both cleanse the soul. And I was outside of myself when I got to experience both at the same time in a class I took exactly a year ago. HC3013. I might be terribly bad when it comes to literary analysis (or exams for that matter) but words don't discriminate. I still don't think subpar grades make me any less of a reader. It has always only been about what I feel and how I feel. That's the thing about Cancerians I guess. With that class, I felt strongly about a lot of things - some of which I wrote in my tangible diary, and some I carry within myself. But the thing about people is that we don't stay in one place forever（总不能死赖着不走）even though sometimes we wish time would just stop running so fast for once coz heck I hadn't even caught up with my own thoughts and whatever feelings that sprung up from nowhere. Then again, that place had been too beautiful to walk away from. Maybe I'm still at the same place and that's okay. I have since then only looked at and thought of umbrellas in a metaphorical way. And that's okay too. It's not a bad way to remember people by.
And with that, I come up with 13umbrellas. It is my wish for this blog to remind me of gentler and purer days when this world gets a little too harsh. This rain, it never stops. But I would still have my umbrella with me and I would be okay. Leaving a poem below that inspired everything I wrote in this post:
《大雨》叶青
雨下大了
理应你是在屋里
就怕你被其他世界淋湿
岁月之类
人群之类
你常常把伞弄丢
你的伞都很好看
小小的白云 载着你 去许多地方
在大雨之中
你始终不会懂我在为你担心些什么
雨是不会停的
有些时候雨是不会停的
并不管你是否有伞