
總有數天是這樣。
每年當農曆年剛過、春天之始時,山上總有數天淹沒在一片白裡。窗外鑲起一片謐靜的白,花在霧裡,樹在霧裡,一切生命都在雲霧之中,迷迷矇矇。山嵐繚繞,我在茫茫裡打開雙手,看着掌心裡的空氣,沒捉穩,又溜走了。
「白茫茫大地真乾淨」,我想起紅樓結尾的一句。
總有數天是這樣。
每年當農曆年剛過、春天之始時,山上總有數天淹沒在一片白裡。窗外鑲起一片謐靜的白,花在霧裡,樹在霧裡,一切生命都在雲霧之中,迷迷矇矇。山嵐繚繞,我在茫茫裡打開雙手,看着掌心裡的空氣,沒捉穩,又溜走了。
「白茫茫大地真乾淨」,我想起紅樓結尾的一句。
風靜氣凝,萬物定格在氤氳雲霧裡,時間大概也沒再流動。在動的只有我,大概。走在迷霧之中,眼睛看見了卻抓不到。如果沒法捉緊,暫落在臉上可以嗎?我想像赤裸地被雲霧簇擁是怎樣的感覺。
衣襟不沾一點水,髮絲卻盡是濕濡。以為走過了,不著痕跡,每根髮絲卻把這一路上的山霧留下,一點一滴,斑斑戚戚,驅不散。我把山霧藏在髮絲裡,或許一天當青絲變銀髮,更好湮沒在山霧裡。
It always looks like this for a couple of days.
When Lunar New Year passes, at the beginning of spring, the mountains are enveloped in the sea of white. Muted whiteness framed in windows, flowers in mist, trees in mist, all lives were shrouded in the mountain haze. I opened my hands amidst, looking at the air in my palms – in my loose grasp, it slipped away.
“So clean the earth in the expanse of white”, it reminded me of the last line in Dream of the Red Chamber.
In still wind and air, everything was frozen in the haze, perhaps time as well. I was the only one on the move, perhaps. Walking in the mist, I saw it but could not grasp it. If I couldn’t hold it in my hands, could it stay on my face for a moment? I pondered how it felt when being hugged by the mountain mist naked.
No trace of dampness on my clothes, yet my hair was soaked. I thought I walked through it without a trace. Every strand of my hair however gathered it all along the way, bit by bit, drip by drip, welled up, undispersed. I had haze hidden in the hair. Perhaps when my black hair turns grey one day, it falls better into oblivion amidst.
豆乳湯素麵
材料:
幼素麵 1 束 / 50克
無糖日本豆乳 1 杯
鰹魚汁醬油 1.5 茶匙
雞蛋 1 隻
本菇 10 克
海鹽 適量
水 5 杯,另加煮素麵用的水
油 適量
步驟:
Somen in Soy Milk Soup
Ingredients:
Thin somen 1 bunch / 50g
Unsweetened Japanese soy milk 1 cup
Bonito sauce 1.5 teaspoon
Egg 1 piece
Shiitake mushroom 10 g
Sea salt A pinch
Water 5 cups, plus more for cooking somen
Vegetable oil A drizzle
Steps:
Jo Liu
It’s raining outside, crisp and bleak. Three chubby sparrows took shelter on my balcony and I gave them the baguette bits left on my breakfast plate but they flew away. I stayed in, played Damien Rice on vinyl and made apple crumble. Repeat.
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