Leisure Chapter in the World

The world is an ancient long poem called "Civilization", with mountains and rivers as sentences, and human relationships as commonplaces. But now, the lines of poetry are being altered and worn away by invisible forces. Begonias lose their fragrance, old promises are silent, and ordinary utensils "lose their charm" one after another. My name is Chen Chang, a "footnote from a foreign land" that accidentally drifted into this world. They said that I have a "clean misunderstanding" - I can touch the deepest anomalies in this world with the strangest senses. From a bowl of morning porridge with water and rice separated, to a cluster of jasmine frozen inward, I started from the gray catkins of Fenglingdu Pier, holding a clay pot that is sensitive to "literary spirit", and embarked on a journey to interpret the texture of "disharmony". A year before I arrived, another "trainee" Lu Qingci had burned out his life here. His diary is the silent preface to the final chapter of this song. This is a story about restoring poetry. In the folds of daily life, we can see the chronic diseases of civilization; in the afterimages of words and sentences, we can keep the pure charm of the world.