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[NostalGia:]

回 望





Glance backwards spiritually






它像一种天擦黑时焚烧秸秆的气味，这样的时候我离自己很近。它一直存在于人的“里面”，是“自己”的底蕴之一，它也许因“沉睡深埋而未被振动”，然而“风景使一个喑哑的底蕴余音袅袅（司汤达说过：风景就像一把琴弓）。”
我们被风景触动（touche)。

一种人类的情感，人们给它取了一个名字。情感是存在的实体，名字也许不重要，明天石头也可以是乡愁。








It is like the smell of burning straw at dusk—at such moments, I feel very close to myself. It has always existed within a person, as one of the underlying layers of the “self.” It may lie dormant and deeply buried, untouched by vibration, yet “the landscape sets a silent depth humming with lingering echoes” (Stendhal once said: landscape is like a violin bow).

We are touched by the landscape (touche).

It is a human emotion—people gave it a name. The emotion is a real presence; the name may not matter. Tomorrow, a stone could be called homesickness.






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