Entering the stage of no retreat

"Entering the Land of No Retreat" is divided into six volumes: "Colorless Sleep", "Land of No Retreat", "Lightless Sea", "Nightless Forest", "Touchless Dream", and "Entering the Land of No Retreat". It uses images such as night, dreams, sea, and trees to travel through themes such as growth, memories, travel, family history, and death.

Lu Zhenyu

A Hong Kong native, writer, and research assistant. A master's student at the Chinese University of Hong Kong. My research interests lie in Ming and Qing literature, Lingnan literature, and culture. I'm deeply connected to the worlds of tea, writing, and wine. Every time I write, I feel a sincere inquiry, and I've become a convert.

Part 1: "Colorless Sleep"
On a deserted, snowless night in Tokyo, I chose that day and said we would bring poetry. Death happened, walking through Yangon. Good night, sleep well. Watching Ye Duxing, mourning and ashes. Writing in the mirror tunnel on my most violent days.

Part 2: "No Retreat"
Street corner outings are out of season. Outside the house, there's no one, a glass bottle tree. A strip of water, the sound of rain. The name of the shell. Three homepage rocks.

Volume 3: "The Lightless Sea"
Three Deers Watching the Sea, Silence of Deer, Life in a Bottle, Winter Birds, Madman, South of the Sea, Every Night, the Sound of Waves

Volume 4 "Nightless Forest"
The charge of flying frost in Celestial Porcelain, two poems about the elevator, the dawn of the Desert Rose, the white-haired treasure, and the death of the crowded Hongtu Road.

Volume 5: "Touchless Dreams"
The moon is backlit during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Sometimes I am fishing bait. My nightmares are all in dreams. Two songs and words revolve around me. Six songs of missing you. Living people, locust trees in Chang'an, bitter dates.

Volume 6: "Entering the Stage of No Retreat"
Strange to the Thousand Torii before the forbidden journey, waiting for the thirty-one degrees of history and N collision entries in HALO_86
Seeing friends who submitted their manuscripts on time, seeing the light of white clams and luminous clams, and watching the performance in Kanazawa Oku unveiling Borges' legacy, I felt a sense of alienation.