Cultural Understanding
Welcome to Hong Kong! The pavement is your runway. Buildings gallop to the clouds, announcing your arrival to the heavens. Mornings, you sail through cool, perfumed malls; shopping bags sway on each arm, awhirl with thumb-sized delicacies, crystal jewelry, designer clothing, paraphernalia of the everyday visitant. (Occasionally, your eyes flit by the stooped old woman […]
MoreAt dawn, the sun breaks through the water; golden grains threshed in the water. Lush, looming islands reach into the sky and disperse the light like green seeds over black soil. A sea eagle glides across the water, swoops down to catch a fish. Water and blood drips from its beak. On land, a lizard […]
MoreRaindrops stick to the glass of the window. The buildings in the distance blur together, creating a nebulous image, a backdrop to the sharp figure of the tumbling flood. Is it day six, or seven? Each morning blends into the next, until nothing remains but the stinging portrait in front of me. My mind […]
MoreNormal Day in Hong Kong (August – January) 6:10 AM Dragging myself away from my bed, I wake up, do my morning routine: brush my teeth, put on contact lenses and change into uniform. 6:20 AM Breakfast with my siblings, usually it’s sunny side eggs and bacon with a side of toast. Sometimes we switch […]
MoreClouds, Engulfing the sky Heavy grey paint spread across up above. Rain, Endlessly showering They are melancholic tears from heaven. Trudging along the dilapidated walkways, Thunder grudging in the distance, Like monsters awaiting for their prey. A flash of plasma etch across the atmosphere, Followed by a deafening crack, The suffocating smell of incineration fill […]
MoreI like to run my hands through tomatoes, stacked in yellow plastic crates under a single hanging lightbulb shaded in red…perhaps getting later chased by the Ah Mah and barraged with Cantonese insults. You see, it appeals to my Id, my alter ego infatuated with the wrong and cheeky. I like to converse with fishermen […]
More夏日的微風吹過，蔚藍的天空和棉花般的雲朵似一幅畫舖在學校上空。烏雲卻籠罩著我的心頭，心事重重的我被對未來的無知的壓力壓得喘不過氣來——在走廊上邁出的每一步都是在茫茫濃霧中探索。一片雲彩悄悄地漂進了我的視野，倏然，我肩膀上的負擔化為烏有。而那朵雲，像一把陳舊不堪的鑰匙，打開了我童年最天真爛漫的回憶寶箱…… 「媽媽？天上白色的東西是什麼？」童稚的聲音伴隨著輕柔的風聲傳進了媽媽的耳朵。 「寶貝，那是雲。」她淡淡地微笑道。 「那麼……」我若有所思地思考到，「白白胖胖的雲是怎麼來的？」 「嗯……」 「我知道了！它們是天上的棉花糖！」我像發現了宇宙秘密的人般驚叫到。 「哦？」媽媽回答道，「那麼，你說那些「棉花糖」是怎麼漂到天上的？」 媽媽話音未落，我已經沈浸在了自己無限的幻想裡。 漫步在無邊無際的天空，踏著又甜蜜又柔軟的雲朵，瀟灑地向著落日餘暉踏去。累了，就乾脆癱在雲朵上休息，嘴裡含著無窮無盡的棉花糖，所謂的天堂也不過如此吧……. 「兒子，該回家了！」如夢初醒的我瞬間被拉回了地面上，牽著媽媽的手走向了回家的路。 晚上，爸媽在收拾餐桌，飽餐一頓的我就坐在方塊型的電視前面，聚精會神地看著西遊記。 在去西天取經的路程上，身懷絕技的孫悟空用七十二變把妖怪消滅得魂飛湮滅。但是一旦遇到了與自己能力相干的對手牛魔王的時候，便撒手不管，召喚觔斗雲，眨眼間回到自己的花果山。 不知不覺地，我身邊突然也多了一朵雲。我不管三七二十就跳上了白茫茫的交通工具，奔出家門，在車水馬龍的大街上遊蕩。一路上來來往往的路人紛紛向我投射著既詭異又羨慕的目光。最後，我用思想控制著雲朵，像飛機起飛般衝上雲霄，飛向無邊無際的海闊天空…… 進入夢鄉前，我的腦海中還幻想著長大以後踏著雲朵走遍天下，探索世界的奧秘。 在掀開眼簾的那一刻，我已經十一年級了。 「長大」了，在中學的科學課上學到雲的來源——雲只不過是水蒸氣在天上合成的冰晶集合體而已。我不禁感到失望和掃興，童年時的夢想忽地被一個基本的化學反應破滅。童真無存的我不再沈浸在自己的世界裡，而是深入知識的海洋，一邊開始為未來做出計畫。 想到此刻，在眼前的那朵雲已不知飄去何處了。天空已經換了一系列的雲彩。我不知不覺地又陷入了沈思。 雲隨風而飄，無論飄到何處，都會有屬於它的一片天空。飄的過程中，也許對自己的終點毫無把握，但是只要內心有起點，最後還是能隨性間發現自己始終追求的目標。難道人生就如此簡單嗎？可以隨者任何方向飄泊，只要不停留，最終還是能達到屬於自己的的那片天地？ 我的嘴角微微上翹，踏著穩重的步伐，向課堂昂然邁去。那忽然而至的夏風和那千姿百態的雲，襯托著我向前的每一步。 作者：李嘉銘 Written By Leo
MoreI want to fall asleep. I want to fall into the arms of sweet slumber until I see you again. Until the day that I sit on a plane and rise into the sky rushing towards you. I will return. And with the turn of countless days I cannot wait until I gaze at The surface of your soft mossy curves, The crescent moon […]
MoreA short narrative of what I call my grandmother, and how that changed over time. Poem by Abby Lu In Chinese, our maternal grandmother is referred to as: 外婆, old lady of outside. Yet to me, my Old Lady of Outside is the one who knows my heart the most, inside out. So one day, […]
MoreAn elegy for my home city – Hong Kong. It contains fragmented memories in an amalgamation, like a pyroclastic igneous rock, or perhaps a breccia. Either way, they are organic, sincere, and raw. A work by Abby Lu My City, My Love. Hong Kong. I like to run my hands through tomatoes, stacked in yellow […]
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