Life is a road leading to a wasteland full of flowers.
⚘𓂃
For me, the desire to write,
I always want to write my life with words.
And in the process of writing, I keep asking myself who I am.
Words always explain the present life.
Over the years, as life conditions and circumstances have changed, the appearance of writing has naturally changed as well.
Read your own words, from what you wrote in the past to what you wrote now,
I have seen lives transformed, but I have also seen lives that will never transform.
“Who am I?”
Whenever I write, I know that I am constantly answering this question.
As long as I write, words will come; as long as I write, I am becoming myself.
Walking here on the journey of life, looking back at every scene I have seen,
Only then did I realize that life is always a beautiful miracle where desolation and abundance coexist.
Over the years, I have gradually developed the habit of using poetry to record and immortalize certain moments in life.
Therefore, every poem in this collection of poems will be connected to each other and become a path of my life.
And at the end of this road, there is always a wasteland full of flowers.
/
The poems of Qingqing Island that have been scattered all over the world for many years have finally been collected here.
Thank you all readers for your continued support until now. I am a happy and lucky person.
Thank you for always coming with a lamp.
𓂃⚘
The book is divided into five volumes.
Volume 1 is "Pastoral Songs and Smoke from Cooking"
There is a grassland in my heart, and poetry is the pastoral songs and smoke from cooking fires on the grassland.
Write about creation, about spirituality, about beauty.
The second part is "A small bungalow with lights on in the wilderness"
Just like guarding a tiny candlelight in the house in the darkness, I write poems that are warm and healing.
Volume 3 is "Notes on Forest Life"
Write about what I encountered in a natural wooden house in the forest on a hill in Taitung.
Volume 4 is "The River Never Ends"
Write about birth, aging, sickness and death, write about desolate notes.
(Note: "Desolate Notes" is my prose work published in 2021)
Volume 5 is "You are in the scenery"
The scenery is great, and it's even better when you're in it.
Write about being with people, write about liking, write about love.
𓂃⚘
It is impossible to describe clearly every morning when I am awakened by the rising sun;
It is impossible to describe clearly the crystal dewdrops on the tip of each leaf;
I can't clearly describe every flicker of the firelight;
It is impossible to describe clearly every piece of the night sky lit by stars.
It is impossible to clearly describe how every drop of rain becomes the blood of the soil;
It is impossible to clearly describe how each tree firmly protects the earth we share;
It is impossible to clearly describe how each gust of wind interprets the journey of the great crested eagle;
It is impossible to clearly describe how each grain of rice teaches us a full love.
Because I can’t express myself clearly with words, words pity me.
So I became a writer.
I wrote this on the first page of "The Wasteland Full of Flowers".
Isn’t that what the desire to write is all about?
Before I had readers, before I became a writer, I wrote only to express what I felt in my heart.
Looking at the scenery, what the heart feels already exists before words are formed.
Before we say the word "loneliness", loneliness has already existed in our hearts.
Although writing is a skill of words, the origin of poetry has already taken shape in the heart before the words.
Every moment our heart beats, we experience life.
Stars, moon, sun, rain, mountains, sea, smiles, tears, hands, happiness, sadness, and love,
There are so many more… because I think it is beautiful, because I like it, because I think it is very important,
Countless subtle feelings fill my heart, what is my soul dancing for?
Identify carefully, experience each one, and then write it down.
Write down what you can't put into words.
I can't speak it, there is no way to speak it, I can only write it down.
Write it down and leave silence to the world.
But please don’t forget that in that silence, my whole heart is there.
𓂃⚘
A beautiful existence
The moist soil remembers the journey of insects and ants; the endless sky remembers the migration of migratory birds; in this universe, there must be a vast and endless existence, always witnessing the completion of a life.
The most perfect life is that every soul, in its own natural posture, fulfills the responsibilities given by fate, and thereby feels the reality of being alive. If you are born as a horse, you should run; if you are born as a fish, you should swim; if you are born as a bird, you should soar.
And my reality is this moment, the moment of writing. This moment.
The answer to the so-called destiny...For me, writing it down is the answer. I must get up and answer the door of those poems that are invited by the universe and knock on the door of my soul. Just because, when I write, when I am willing to become a channel, I can leave the world with an extremely beautiful existence that will last longer than my own life. In this way, every place I have been to, every moment I have experienced, and every person I have met, all have meaning in their existence.
𓂃⚘
"A Wasteland Full of Flowers"
Author: Huang Feirou
Qingqing Island is independently published
Cover illustrator: Liao Jiean
Number of pages: 224
Price: 400 yuan
⚘𓂃
For me, the desire to write,
I always want to write my life with words.
And in the process of writing, I keep asking myself who I am.
Words always explain the present life.
Over the years, as life conditions and circumstances have changed, the appearance of writing has naturally changed as well.
Read your own words, from what you wrote in the past to what you wrote now,
I have seen lives transformed, but I have also seen lives that will never transform.
“Who am I?”
Whenever I write, I know that I am constantly answering this question.
As long as I write, words will come; as long as I write, I am becoming myself.
Walking here on the journey of life, looking back at every scene I have seen,
Only then did I realize that life is always a beautiful miracle where desolation and abundance coexist.
Over the years, I have gradually developed the habit of using poetry to record and immortalize certain moments in life.
Therefore, every poem in this collection of poems will be connected to each other and become a path of my life.
And at the end of this road, there is always a wasteland full of flowers.
/
The poems of Qingqing Island that have been scattered all over the world for many years have finally been collected here.
Thank you all readers for your continued support until now. I am a happy and lucky person.
Thank you for always coming with a lamp.
𓂃⚘
The book is divided into five volumes.
Volume 1 is "Pastoral Songs and Smoke from Cooking"
There is a grassland in my heart, and poetry is the pastoral songs and smoke from cooking fires on the grassland.
Write about creation, about spirituality, about beauty.
The second part is "A small bungalow with lights on in the wilderness"
Just like guarding a tiny candlelight in the house in the darkness, I write poems that are warm and healing.
Volume 3 is "Notes on Forest Life"
Write about what I encountered in a natural wooden house in the forest on a hill in Taitung.
Volume 4 is "The River Never Ends"
Write about birth, aging, sickness and death, write about desolate notes.
(Note: "Desolate Notes" is my prose work published in 2021)
Volume 5 is "You are in the scenery"
The scenery is great, and it's even better when you're in it.
Write about being with people, write about liking, write about love.
𓂃⚘
It is impossible to describe clearly every morning when I am awakened by the rising sun;
It is impossible to describe clearly the crystal dewdrops on the tip of each leaf;
I can't clearly describe every flicker of the firelight;
It is impossible to describe clearly every piece of the night sky lit by stars.
It is impossible to clearly describe how every drop of rain becomes the blood of the soil;
It is impossible to clearly describe how each tree firmly protects the earth we share;
It is impossible to clearly describe how each gust of wind interprets the journey of the great crested eagle;
It is impossible to clearly describe how each grain of rice teaches us a full love.
Because I can’t express myself clearly with words, words pity me.
So I became a writer.
I wrote this on the first page of "The Wasteland Full of Flowers".
Isn’t that what the desire to write is all about?
Before I had readers, before I became a writer, I wrote only to express what I felt in my heart.
Looking at the scenery, what the heart feels already exists before words are formed.
Before we say the word "loneliness", loneliness has already existed in our hearts.
Although writing is a skill of words, the origin of poetry has already taken shape in the heart before the words.
Every moment our heart beats, we experience life.
Stars, moon, sun, rain, mountains, sea, smiles, tears, hands, happiness, sadness, and love,
There are so many more… because I think it is beautiful, because I like it, because I think it is very important,
Countless subtle feelings fill my heart, what is my soul dancing for?
Identify carefully, experience each one, and then write it down.
Write down what you can't put into words.
I can't speak it, there is no way to speak it, I can only write it down.
Write it down and leave silence to the world.
But please don’t forget that in that silence, my whole heart is there.
𓂃⚘
A beautiful existence
The moist soil remembers the journey of insects and ants; the endless sky remembers the migration of migratory birds; in this universe, there must be a vast and endless existence, always witnessing the completion of a life.
The most perfect life is that every soul, in its own natural posture, fulfills the responsibilities given by fate, and thereby feels the reality of being alive. If you are born as a horse, you should run; if you are born as a fish, you should swim; if you are born as a bird, you should soar.
And my reality is this moment, the moment of writing. This moment.
The answer to the so-called destiny...For me, writing it down is the answer. I must get up and answer the door of those poems that are invited by the universe and knock on the door of my soul. Just because, when I write, when I am willing to become a channel, I can leave the world with an extremely beautiful existence that will last longer than my own life. In this way, every place I have been to, every moment I have experienced, and every person I have met, all have meaning in their existence.
𓂃⚘
"A Wasteland Full of Flowers"
Author: Huang Feirou
Qingqing Island is independently published
Cover illustrator: Liao Jiean
Number of pages: 224
Price: 400 yuan