Creases on Paper

General sequence: The creases are like complaints, and the paper is marked with time. This collection of poems titled "The Creases on the Paper" is a stack of plain paper that I spread out in time. There is no neat final draft on the paper, only half-empty fragments of words, wet ink marks, and wrinkles pressed by time. ——Those are the warm creases caused by the setting sun in the wooden house in the south of the Yangtze River, the light creases caused by the seasonal winds that lift the corners of the paper, the deep creases reflected on the paper by the flames of mountains and rivers, and the soft creases softened by the smoke of tea on the desk. These poems are not "written" but "grown". It grows in the corner of the paper that gets dirty when the pet dog flutters, in the cool marks of the remaining words in the middle of the night, in the footprints made by the ice when walking in the snow to find the way, and in the fragrance of tea that forgets to turn off the fire when the spring snow is boiling. I never deliberately accumulate emotions, but only write down the "tangible truth" on the paper: missing is "the dawn salvaged on the paper in the misty rain", sadness is "the avalanche of white flowers falling on the paper", and expectation is "the new swallows pecking at the old beams on the mud patching the paper". Preface: My notes and poems - crumpling days into paper and folding thoughts into poems. 1. Creative ideas: From "half a half-full of residual words" to "full of creases on the paper" my writing ended with a piece of "unfinished paper". It may be that the rain in the south of the Yangtze River falls on the rice paper, blurring half of the spring poems; it may be that the flowing fireflies on the summer night stop at the corner of the paper, leaving a cold sentence; it may be that the ink in the study is halfway worn out, and suddenly I think of the snow outside the wall; It may also be that the tea cigarette on the desk wrapped around the tip of the pen and turned the sorrow into looseness. I am used to creating along the "track of paper": First write down the light spots of holding hands on the Jiangnan paper, and then follow the wind of the four seasons and write swallows on the spring paper, fireflies on the summer paper, osmanthus on the autumn paper, and plum blossoms on the winter paper.