WATER IN WATER
Moving image 2023
The childhood lake and the ancient stone piles carry the long history and memory archives, and the dryness of the lake and the accumulation of stones record the lake memory under the extended time. Combining dual-screen dynamic images and body actions, write a monologue, narrating the story of the lake from the perspective of a stone. Walk along a long lake, a dry lake, and a faint waterline until the water mark gradually disappears; the stones are placed, stacked, and become a long stone line, perhaps each stone records a memory of Poyang Lake, like a memory ceremony in the stone museum.
[A grain of sand, or a tiny pebble, remembers this lake.
In the long time, it sinks down, slowly falling, deep into the thick rock layer.
The curled waves knock on the piled stones, remembering this lake.
In childhood, I walked by the Poyang Lake, the legend in my memory brought the protection of the immortal.
The Poyang immortal practiced here, holding a divine sword to slay the evil spirits.
The gushing blood turned into water, bringing the memory of the Poyang Lake tide and rocks.
The stones on the beach are still sunbathing, standing sideways in the wind.
The long lake channel narrows, narrows, becoming a thin waterline.
Can you hear the faint wind passing through the gravel on your body?
I am picked up layer by layer, repeated and overlapped,
I draw the shape of the water waves in the air.
Peeling off the skin of the dust, the dividing line on my skin is the trace of the water level.
I sleep here, sleep here—
Until the tiny water peeks at the star map on the inner wall,
I set foot on the wandering road again, until I reach the land of sinking sand.
I see footprints, footprints—
The traces on this weak waterline, our common footprints.
The former lake surface turned into sand, we quietly display,
Down, down,
Close to that tiny waterline.
We listen quietly,
Walking, walking,
Walking on the fine waterline.
In the cracks of the dried soil, under the gaps of the dense withered grass,
I wait for the fine empty sound.
The water disperses in the waterline, and flows back in the staggered.]
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