Time has passed swiftly; let us not forget each other when we part

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This post was last edited by cflt111 on 2015-9-16 at 23:17. Time has passed swiftly; let’s not forget each other even when we are apart. I haven’t written for a long time now, but it’s not because writing has lost its significance in my life; rather, I prefer to keep many of my thoughts hidden deep within my heart, allowing those emotions that have no place to go to escape the hustle and bustle of the world. 　　Life is truly ironic: many happy moments come when you think you’re unhappy, while many sad days arrive when you miss the good times from the past. 　　Passing through the fairy tales of youth, the relentless flow of time instantly pushes me into a strange world; the gears of time keep turning day and night, forcing me to walk alone according to the rules unique to that world. 　　I feel as though every cell in my body is being perfectly tamed by this world; the uncompromising spirit I had during my student days is now completely gone. 　　Perhaps this is an inevitable part of everyone’s life; we cannot escape our ordinary fate. Time is like a duster that sweeps away all the resentment and anger in our hearts, leaving only longing and hope for what tomorrow might bring. 　　Walking deep through time, we pause from time to time to look back: the traces left behind by the train of time remain in everyone’s heart in different forms, including mine, and I believe also including yours. And those senseless days were simply recorded in my chaotic years; I never went through them, for fear that the dust might blind my eyes. 　　Time flies by like a horse racing past; even the romantic rain will eventually stop, though we miss the pain caused by the raindrops falling on our hearts. It’s just that after this dream has passed by, too many memories have also become indifferent. 　　After going through so much, I suddenly feel that I have transformed into another person without any warning; the carefree and unrestrained spirit of my student days is gone forever. I no longer like to argue with my parents; I prefer silence. I like to sit alone, gazing at the lights on the roof, with my mind blank – I don’t even know what I’m thinking. 　　I feel that I’ve become more mature; after going through so much, I’ve realized that everything requires a price to be paid, yet in my free time I still miss the recklessness of my youth. 　　I feel that I must endure; although many things in this world are not as perfect as we would wish, sometimes it’s better to keep words to oneself rather than saying them. I’ve started to learn to comply and accept things, even though my dreams are like a train that has passed its stop and is moving further and further away from me. 　　Writing this, I suddenly remembered Bei Dao’s words: Once we had dreams—about literature, about dreams, about journeys across the world; now, in the dead of night as we drink, the clinking of our cups is the sound of those dreams shattering. 　　Previously, I thought that by putting on a fierce and unrestrained attitude, I could find a shortcut through crowded trips. Turns out I was wrong: fate did not smile on me; instead, it gave me a harsh slap that sent me rolling on the ground, reshaping my worldview. 　　During my university years, I thought that all knowledge in the world could be obtained through books, and that the university library could serve as my base for learning. It was only after entering society that I realized this was nothing but nonsense. Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles – it’s true: I thought I had learned a lot from books, but in reality I didn’t acquire much that is truly useful. 　　I used to say that life is always generous to us, always offering salvation after disappointment. But is that really the case? Often, I think about the future, about that tomorrow for which no decision has yet been made. Unexplained worries and anxieties, along with too many negative emotions, overwhelm me. I have no way to avoid these meaningless struggles; I can only watch as time passes away in futility, powerless to do anything about it. 　　When I was a student, I would always ask when exams would be held and how to study effectively to get good grades. Today, the word \"exam\" remains in my life like a symbol; I still work hard for it and strive to make it shine brightly. As time passes, as I keep moving back and forth between the bizarre realities and illusions, when I look back, there is still a brilliant starlight there. 　　It’s just such a simple life – *accustomed to being alone, sleeping alone, eating alone, going to work and coming back from work alone. A person sits alone, gazing at the twinkling stars in the distance, lost in thought about what tomorrow and today mean to them. 　　Looking back, I silently count the withering memories in life. A neglected heart floats above, like light and shadow in a checkered pattern, wandering on the edge between dream and reality. 　　I suddenly remembered Zhang Jiajia’s words: A person’s memories are like a city; time erodes all the buildings, turning skyscrapers and roads into sand. If you don’t move forward, you will be buried by the sand. So we wept bitterly, looking back step by step, yet we could only move forward. 　　Perhaps that’s what life is like: constantly getting hurt, constantly recovering, getting up after falling, brushing off the dust from one’s body, and showing a mysterious smile. 　　Do you say that the world is cruel? Yet there are many ambitious young people who prop up their own worlds with their shoulders. 　　Every morning, facing the direction of the traffic and the flow of people coming and going, I keep telling myself that the best things are on their way. 　　At this point, I might think I’ve complained too much, but the impact of growing up on me is far greater than this worthless piece of writing. 　　Let’s end with a passage from someone else’s words, in the hope that it can add a touch of sweetness to our own hearts. 　　Pain itself is also part of growth; such pain does not indicate that the outside world is harsh and cruel. As we go through various pains and recover from them, our tender hearts develop a thick layer of resilience. Youth is no longer what it used to be, and we become mature, turning into strong adults. The world then opens its gentle arms to us.