Desolate Notes and Essays

March 22 In the early hours of yesterday, "Desolate Notes" began to be pre-ordered on major online platforms. When I looked at the name next to the author, it seemed that it was not my own. For me, prose is a style in which the author spreads himself out, Not as beautiful and as deep as a poet or novelist can hide. But the birth of words, when it leaves my heart, After being displayed in front of readers, they will each have thousands of appearances, To be read, to be interpreted, in different souls. Therefore, the author's name is probably not too important. I just hope that when we meet at some crossroads in our lives, Each other can use words as lamps to slightly illuminate the road ahead. / "If the last leg of your physical journey It's the only scenery on my trip This, then, is my most desolate Notes on the trip. " / Touching the tree of life on the cover of the book, I saw that the tree of life absorbed the nutrients in the soil, opened its branches and scattered leaves, the leaves withered, and the leaves decayed into mud. After life and death, the leaves finally became the nutrients of the big tree again. Life goes on and on. And so is our life. When we start to learn to look at the life in the world from a more macro perspective, we will find that we are all in the same place. We are the tree, we are the leaf, we all die in death, we all die in life. We are all a speck in the circle of life, and we ourselves are a miraculous, beautiful circle. This book is divided into three parts, part one, notes of desolation; part two, my soul is the color of the sunset; part three, a child from an island; these three parts are my life, they are connected with each other by life encounters, Each part shapes my soul and the way I see the world, so they can never exist alone. Why is this book the phrase "a love letter to a lonely life" on the waist of the book? That's because, regarding life, it's like what I said to my grandma in the book: "Obviously, I wanted to write a farewell letter, but I always accidentally wrote it as an overly sweet love letter." "Desolation" is also a kind of landscape. You should know that the most beautiful dawn is connected with the darkest night; and the most desolate land has the most beautiful starry sky. Only when there is pain in life can there be light. This notebook is dedicated to my grandma, and also to this life where desolation and beauty coexist. Thank you. / The content of "Desolate Notes" is mainly to describe the scenery along the last part of my grandma's life journey. That was the only and last trip I took with her. "My soul is the color of the sunset" is about my hometown and the various elements that make up my current soul. There are rice fields, the sea, and the sunset, and the scenery is shining golden. "Children from the Island" is a record of how I used "travel" as an entry point to think deeply about life in the past few years. What's more special is that "Iceland Chronicles" is rewritten from the content of my out-of-print independent publication "Island Records Iceland" published in 2015. / "In this long journey called life, I gain and lose, I am happy and sad, I am painful and happy, I remember and forget. I don't want to say goodbye, but time can only move forward, and I am always reluctant to part with that Everything, in the end, must be given up. If you have walked the same road with me, seen the same scenery, and perceived the world with similar consonance, then you must also be the same as me, and found that the reason why life and love are so dazzling is that Because, if you are born as a human being, you must be lonely in the end. And people know how to cherish and love before this huge and inescapable loneliness. Dependent origin is accompanied by contingent extinction, and there is an end point before there is a beginning point. If there are no regrets in life, there will be no perfection. In the rickety train, the face reflected in the window is crying for what? Yes, without regrets, how can there be consummation? The most painful in life is the most beautiful, right? If, if there is the most beautiful picture, if, if there is the most beautiful scenery, then this is it. The most beautiful scenery in my life is the self who still laughs and cries desperately because he understands all this. " / Here I offer you the most beautiful scenery in my life. Let us experience another encounter in the text. / **Table of contents** **Series 1 / Notes on Desolation** That was the first and last trip for the two of us. Along the way, you held my hand, just like when I was a child, we walked together. the beginning of the journey the loneliest june i want to go home too ask me again hug farewell to understand love complete Diary Through Time and Space 2017 river of life a beautiful existence sunset again **Series 2／My soul is the color of the sunset** No man can be uprooted from the soil of his growth, Just because the connection between people and the land is deeply rooted in the soul. Even if the hometown in reality is already in a sea of vicissitudes, But the hometown in my heart has never changed. the foundation of the soul fifteen year old letter Farewell to the seventeen-year-old summer sea transfer Fifty households Fifty households' vegetable carts Among adults Coastal Road Apartments Song on the Journey──Contentment what strangers taught me **Series 3／Children from Islands** The mountains, rivers, lakes and seas in the distance, the sound of joy and drums, if the hometown calls, everything can be left behind. The world has given me so much, and it doesn't mean that I should be a person who only has a distance. It's that every corner of the world makes me a family man. about the world Rocky Mountain Chronicle Iceland Chronicle All Passages Are Scenery──Myanmar unmanned station car window scenery Kyoto alone Catch a train and go camping by the sea Song on the Journey──Homecoming because it's the same sea on a long journey good year Epilogue / Far, far away / **Edited words:** "There are so many roads in life, you can only walk alone." opened a small bookstore, Founded an illustration stationery brand, Despite being surrounded by people and things you choose and like, I don't know why I still want to let everything go, Go to a place where no one knows. So I kept walking up the mountain, so I went camping alone, So I hiked in the wilderness of Iceland and cycled on the red soil road in Myanmar to find... Sometimes, not sure what to look for, what to find, But as long as he is alone, it seems that he can truly return to himself. As comfortable as she is, the aging of her beloved grandma these years is the most difficult thing for her to bear. When she went to a place where grandma never arrived, she on the plane, Whenever I think of my grandma, I can't stop crying, Because there was nothing she could do, at that moment, she felt very alone. Displaced between the crowd and the self, Wandering between the pursuit of ideals and the confusion of life, Notes one after another, recording the long-distance richness and desolation in the hearts of 30-generation girls, Her writing makes people see abundance in the wilderness and read desolation in human feelings. "The so-called fate, in fact, is a place that you take yourself to. Go or not, only you can decide, As long as you are on the road, there is no longer a truly remote place in this world. " "Desolate Notes" is not bound by time and space, There is the magnificence of Xingyue universe, but also the most painful and most reluctant fetters, Exudes the distinctive vision and sensibility of the younger generation. / Written in May. Two months after the book was published. When I think of you in the dead of night, I want to go back to the island thousands of miles away from home. I stand in a vast and desolate wilderness, where I can feel most that you and my life are such an instant and small existence in this universe. At the same time, it also makes me see clearly that I want to be comforted The pain I feel, the pain I want to fight against, is not the fact that a life is bound to grow old and eventually disappear. All things sometimes, I know. Of course I know. What I really tried desperately to fight and comfort myself was accompanied by this fact, the helplessness of all the inevitability in life. I think of you, of your fading body, but it doesn't really hurt me. What really hurts me is knowing that everyone has their own life to fulfill; that two souls who love each other must still have two separate lives; Being around alone can't reduce any loneliness that is inevitable in life. However, when I carefully counted the things that really made me feel pain, I realized that everything that made me feel pain and helpless was because of love. Because of love, there is nothing to do; because of love, one is lonely; because of love, one's life and death have meaning to oneself. Otherwise, everything is like a flash in a news report, which is forgotten in the blink of an eye. To be human is to love. Can't not love, can't not love. Therefore, even though I clearly understand that "death" is a necessary process to complete life in this world, I still can't help but shed tears of sorrow for the body that is about to pass away. It turned out that what I really wanted to comfort myself was that I understood too well. It is too clear that if you leave me today, I will leave others in the future. We love, we are loved, we are hurt by the loss of others, and one day, those who love you will also be hurt by your loss. This is human life. Seeing desolation is because we have experienced abundance in love. On this road that cannot be turned or turned back, but is bound to be injured and painful, what should our heart rely on to continue walking? I think we all have to find a way to let our hearts find a way to bring us back to that scene again, and then let the present self heal the wounded self in the past. Therefore, I keep recalling the times that made me cry in the text, and I may be tortured by those pictures again in my heart at the moment, but it will be fine, I know it myself. Because, I already have the ability to comfort the self who is crying sadly in the memory in words. Thank you for the love in my heart that makes me suffer but also makes me happy. If it is not because of you, if it is not because of love, whoever is left behind, or who is left behind, all this is meaningless. Without love, our world needs no meaning at all. So thank you, it is you who gave my words meaning to exist. / ISBNs: 978986 5072971 Specifications: paperback / 248 pages / 14.8 x 21 x 1.6 cm / normal grade / monochrome printing / first edition Place of publication: Taiwan