In this small park, one can experience the colorful life of people.
I first went for an evening stroll and saw three or four small groups of square dancers. I sat on a bench, watching, one of them is a grandfather leading the dance, full strength: elegant posture, movement stuck in the rhythm, wholeheartedly into it, exudes a natural beauty. Suddenly, I don't know when an older woman came to me, as if from the sky, but I think it may be exactly when I was concentrating on watching moncler outlet store the leader of the dance when she suddenly appeared. I saw her a moment later in front of me on my left, looking at the dance troupe mimicking it not far away. To my surprise, a moment later she came to my right, imitating another dance group. She seemed to be searching for the right soil for her, and then she never changed her position again, and may or may not have also sought or may just have temporarily sought the experience she wanted. What truths come to mind? This is not very much like the human life, makes me think of the human life searching for, and what exactly is our home?
Then it started to drizzle and I returned.
In the late afternoon of the next day, the park was full of people, children and adults.
This park has a bridge, a walking bridge, probably because the area is too small, from the three-dimensional transformation, to bring people on the vision of the long expansion, and the experience of lasting, or this park is really small. Standing on the bridge, I saw four black swans on the lake, in pairs, stretching their necks, sometimes flexible to drill underwater, pulling up the water I can not say the name of the plant's rhizome, sometimes combing their own feathers, sometimes swimming to the front of the people to see what kind of food brought by humans. Heck, a big turtle even appeared. Patrolling its territory with a leisurely air. People came and went, some stopped to summon and watch the critters, some passed by, some sat down to eat and chat and laugh, and some enjoyed themselves in the environment like I did, observing how people felt. A father walked to the bridge with his child, because the bridge is paved with narrow wooden strips, the little child's little feet walk on it, just a little bit bigger than the width of the wooden strips, so afraid of falling down, step by step a wooden strips, two hands on the chest, face with fear but still continue to walk forward expression, calling out to the father. Dad was encouraging him, "Go for it, it's okay, don't be afraid". The world in the eyes of a child is different from that of an adult, and in the process of slowly exploring the world, one learns about the world and oneself. It is full of surprises and unknown dangers.
I was surprised to find tadpoles, wow, that's a childhood memory. I was surprised to find tadpoles in a park in Shanghai after so many years. I used to catch them when I was a kid, and then I would look at their legs and quickly release them when I could find them. Because I always feel that their own small environment is a kind of bondage to them, time will come they have to go, to a wider space, but the way I catch them and provide them with an environment is also a kind of destruction itself.
Another such sight was that of a family, an old grandfather in a wheelchair, his wife pushing, his daughter on crutches, and I saw them coming from a distance. It seemed to be the end of the tour, to go home. I looked at them and wondered what had happened to this family. Even though everything seemed tedious, there was no hope of giving up on life and struggling hard. And it just so happened that a skateboarding teenager sailed by the moment I was filming. I saw him sending out postcards earlier, recruiting kids interested in skateboarding, I wonder how things are going.
Everyone has their own story, and coming into the park, everyone seems to step out of their story into another world. Here, there are animals, plants, there are strangers who do not know, people and people, people and nature again composed of a variety of activities. One after another is independent, one after another is related, cheerful, comfortable, and everyone can find the experience they want. This may be the meaning of the park.