"October 12. Clear day."

One day while cleaning out the basement, I found a pile of books I grew up with. Ranging from children science books to Chinese books that my mom bought for us to practice reading with, all of them brought back so many memories.

Especially this one. Titled 「又寂寞又美好」("Beautiful Solitude"). I remember flipping through this Chinese poetry books that were also filled with hard to forget images. I tried reading the words the best I could. Then we moved. Then the book was forgotten.

Now as I am older and my Mandarin improved, flipping through it and actually reading the words has made me realized how lonely the words are. Each image still as strange but still as beautiful they can be.



他忘了。
他原本準備在森林裡挖一個洞，
埋葬所有的夢。

可是他卻不小心的睡著，
讓夢全都溜走了。

- 幾米

"He forgot.
He was prepared to dig a hole in the forest,
And bury all those dreams.

But he accidentally fell asleep,
And let all the dreams slip away."