a waking dream

想睡, 昏睡。
陈逸飞去世了，听说，是因劳累过度。想起来风量子前一段的提醒和王小波的死因。
精神需要信念（beliefs）。

我的信念审视我的灵魂，审视我这些年的生活。

我的信念在我的学术中，
在我blog的文字里,在所有的诗篇里穿梭着,偶尔迷茫着,怀疑着,如一个纤夫在行进。

我手持笔杆，顺着海岸线，一路行吟。

飘洋过海的墨迹，做陪伴我的人。。。。。。

我突然感到有些累了，不想再写了，只想饱饱得睡下去。我是不是有些沉沦。
I feel like sleepy, dropping my body and soul in the faint slumber,
In a long sleep.

Chen yifei has passed away.

Heavy-work is perceived as a dominant contributor to his death, a similar pattern
emerged for another distinguished Chinese scholar, reminded by a
softening warming from a friend.

Belief is my Spirit. My belief examines my soul, reviewing my life in the past.My
belief travels along my academic project, my blog’s words, throughout my
whole poems. My pen sprawls along coastline from my hand, floating and swaying.
The Ink crossed the sea holds the memory and the life as my Permanent drift
mate.

The rolling ink accompanies my rolling life.

Suddenly I feel weary, then ‘Stop and Rest’ just come to me.
Words come no more to me, hush on the further side.

Hush, my baby, it’s time to sleep…