Ke Ling's Prose

Author: Ke Ling
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Publish Date: 2005-03-01
Features: Last winter, as the old year's end approached, the cold of late winter couldn't help but evoke some melancholic reflections. Coincidentally, there was an opportunity then that allowed me to publish those somewhat unremarkable writings for the world to see. Rushing through the long night, I began to gather the old ink marks under the lamplight, carefully selecting them, prioritizing their resemblance, and compiling them into a collection—considering it a small matter settled. But now, when writing this preface, even spring seems to be aging. Rereading my own compositions is like flipping through childhood photographs—the foolish expressions, though a bit laughable, sometimes also bring a sense of familiarity. After wandering through life, it's been many years now. Looking back, there's almost only confusion.