Suddenly Shambhala

Author: Wang Xiaodong
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Publish Date: 2005-08-01
Features: For a whole spring and summer, autumn and winter, and even through several cycles of blossoms, we have been walking, walking close to the earth. From south to north, from day to night. Westward to the farthest west, then eastward. Our bodies descend into hell, but our eyes ascend to heaven. We have encountered many strangers, but they don’t know who we are. We are just a group of clumsy "donkeys." Seeking a certain artistic conception, we are a bit "cool," named "Cool Donkeys," with our slogan written on the bold yet solemn backpacks: "Don’t take the beaten path, only love strangers." Our pursuit is etched under the starlight, on faces lost yet determined: "Higher than the heights, farther than the distance." We walk like this, continuously walking. Today, we walk on the rural roads. The rural roads, with pastoral songs in the evening, and smoke calling souls. The boat rocks gently, the wind blows the clothes lightly. Asking the traveler about the road ahead, hating the early morning light. Walking through the forest paths, lost in the fallen leaves. Breathing the scent of grass, reaching the pastoral fields and villages in our imagination.