这是我在德国完成的六十篇博客文与六十二首歌曲的归档。
它们共同构成了一幅 〈中国高铁美学感官文化地图〉 ——一部横跨色彩、戏曲、非遗、音乐与香气的感官长卷。
在这张总地图里，每一篇文章、每一首乐曲，都是一处节奏的坐标，一次文明的呼吸。
高速列车的疾驰，不再只是速度的见证，而成为承载文化、记忆与美学的流动器皿。
This is the archive of sixty essays and sixty-two songs I created in Germany.
Together, they form the “Cultural Atlas of China’s High-Speed Rail Aesthetics” — a sensory tapestry spanning color, opera, intangible heritage, music, and fragrance.
Within this map, each essay and each composition is a coordinate of rhythm, a breath of civilization.
The speed of the high-speed trains is no longer only about velocity, but a vessel that carries culture, memory, and aesthetics.
Dies ist das Archiv von sechzig Essays und zweiundsechzig Liedern, die ich in Deutschland verfasst habe.
Sie bilden gemeinsam den „Kulturellen Atlas der chinesischen Hochgeschwindigkeitsbahn-Ästhetik“ – ein sensorisches Panorama, das Farben, Oper, immaterielles Erbe, Musik und Düfte umfasst.
In dieser Karte ist jeder Text und jedes Musikstück ein Koordinat des Rhythmus, ein Atemzug der Zivilisation.
Die Geschwindigkeit des Hochgeschwindigkeitszuges ist hier nicht nur Tempo, sondern ein Gefäß, das Kultur, Erinnerung und Ästhetik trägt.
在广州，铁道的节奏从清晨展开——南站的动车，如歌般掠过晨光；不久，我走进铁路博物馆，在旧轨与路签之间，听见秩序的回声；一周后，绿皮车的慢行，让铁重新有了人声。速度、秩序与呼吸，在三处铁脉之间，汇成南方的节奏。In Guangzhou, the rhythm of the railway begins at dawn — high-speed trains at the South Station glide through the morning light like song. Soon after, I walk into the Railway Museum, where between old tracks and signal posts I hear the echo of order. A week later, the slow journey of a green train gives steel back its human voice. Speed, order, and breath converge across these three iron lines to form the rhythm of the South.
在济南，我听见了三种文明的声音：沉默的铁轨、仍在书写的字、以及泉水不息的回响。铁未响，但信已寄；泉在流，文明未断。In Jinan, I heard three sounds of the city’s civilization — the stillness of the railway, the words being written, and the endless murmur of the springs. Even when the trains are quiet, the message continues to travel; the water keeps flowing, and the spirit of civilization lives on.
这一趟从广西南宁东出发，穿越长沙，抵达武汉的高铁旅程，也是一场身体与文明的同步召唤。从祠堂走向站台，从惊魂的拼车到祖源的落地，高铁返魂列车沿着山河的节奏，一站一站，把楚辞的回响唱回身上。The high-speed train journey from Nanning East in Guangxi, passing through Changsha and arriving in Wuhan, was also a synchronized calling of body and civilization. From the ancestral hall to the station platform, from a frightful shared ride to the landing of ancestral roots, the returning train of souls followed the rhythm of the mountains and rivers — carrying back, stop by stop, the echoes of the "Chu Ci" onto my own body.
在青岛中车四方的参访旅程中，我看见了高铁的骨架与节奏的心跳，也在一场陌生却自在的饭局里，尝到了一口人情的回甘。
从展厅到组装线，从虚拟舱到晚宴桌，这不是一次技术参观，而是一首写给速度与人味的节奏小调。During my visit to CRRC Sifang in Qingdao, I saw the skeleton of high-speed rail and the heartbeat of rhythm — and in an unfamiliar yet comfortable dinner, I tasted the lingering sweetness of human warmth. From the exhibition hall to the assembly line, from the virtual cabin to the dinner table, it was not a technical tour but a rhythmic ballad written for speed and humanity.
在香港，我第一次能用自己的节奏走路、说话、存在。叮叮车的铃声与沉默，让我听见这座城市的温柔与缝隙，太平山顶的灯火与亲人的饭桌，则给我一个静静呼吸的空间。这不是旅程，是一首写给文明节奏的回声诗。In Hong Kong, I finally walked and breathed in my own rhythm.The Ding Ding Tram carried not just sounds, but silence and softness—while atop Victoria Peak and around the dinner table,family gathered like a quiet poem.This was not a trip, but a resonant echo of rhythm and belonging.
我不是旅客，我是诗的携带者。从节奏错置的苏州南站出发，我在复兴号第二节车厢播放自己谱写的《离骚》《天问》《九歌》，不是给人听，而是让高铁听。途经黄山、景德镇、赣州，我将诗句贴进铁轨与站台的缝隙里，最终在广州东站与血脉相认。这不是一次旅行，是一场节奏文明的南行修复。I am not a traveler; I am a bearer of poems.
Setting out from the rhythm-misaligned Suzhou South Station, I played my own settings of “Li Sao,” “Tian Wen,” and “Jiu Ge” in the second carriage of a Fuxing train— not for people to hear, but for the high-speed rail to listen. Passing Huangshan, Jingdezhen, and Ganzhou, I tucked lines of verse into the seams of rails and platforms, and at last, at Guangzhou East, I met my bloodline.
This was not a journey; it was a southbound repair of Rhythm Civilization.
我与台铁北回线同年诞生，在花莲树林脚平交道旁长大。火车的铃声，是我尚未学会语言前的节奏母语。从童年的铁轨出发，走进花莲铁道文化园区，我记录下身体记得的节奏，也写下一段东部铁道与个人文明的孪生史。I was born the same year as TRA’s North-Link Line, and grew up beside the level crossing at the foot of Hualien’s woodlands. The train’s bell was my mother tongue of rhythm, learned before language itself. From the rails of childhood to the Hualien Railway Culture Park, I record the tempos my body remembers and write a twin history of the East Coast railway and my own civilization.
一场在广州詹天佑故居展开的节奏回声：从像前的低语，到铁轨、图纸、车钩与那面“北上筑路，扬名中外”的墙，我在院落与展厅之间，对话一位百年前的工程师，聆听中国铁路的第一颗心跳。A rhythmic echo unfolds at the former residence of Zhan Tianyou in Guangzhou: from a whisper before his likeness to rails, blueprints, couplers, and that wall proclaiming “Build northward, win renown at home and abroad.” Between courtyard and gallery, I converse with an engineer from a century ago and listen for the first heartbeat of China’s railways.
一场在青岛站展开的节奏文明吟诵：从博物馆的国殇之声，到站前、大厅、站台与车厢的低声回响，我在四方吟诵之间，聆听铁轨从百年汽笛到今日心跳的呼吸。A chant of Rhythm Civilization unfolds at Qingdao Station: from the museum’s lament for the nation to the hushed echoes at the forecourt, concourse, platform, and carriage. Amid fourfold recitation, I listen to the rails breathe—from the century-old steam whistle to today’s heartbeat.
一场在胶济铁路青岛博物馆展开的节奏文明追问：从德意志的铁轨到今日的回声，我在这些钢铁遗迹间，聆听文明由外来节拍到自我呼吸的改写。A Rhythm-Civilization inquiry unfolds at the Qingdao Museum of the Jiaozhou–Jinan Railway: from German-laid rails to today’s echoes, among these iron relics I listen as civilization rewrites itself—from imported tempos to its own breath.
