Time: 2009-8- 19 20:16:11 Words: 9893
BeforeXXXt--unfortunate, first half of sophomore year
I felt that I was born in the wrong place this September. I couldn't be happy since I stepped into school. I was entangled by something deeper. A diploma was a good thing, but my future was full of chicken feathers.
I fell in love with her. It was a miracle.
Love doesn't need a reason, really? I can list ten reasons why I don't love her. Is this necessary? The problem is that I've been thinking about her, that's all. Missing someone is a bigger demon. When feelings and reason clash, I will always be a clear-headed person, and this will only lead to more pain. Sometimes, it was better to be a muddle-headed person. Maybe I will be a little more carefree. Everything is nothing. It's not far away.
Tell me about our relationship. It could only be the sound of a lover (or perhaps an unrequited lover). I advocate forbearance. When I really can't stand it anymore, it's very difficult to be a ninja. I can be strict with myself, but I rarely treat others leniently. I am a person who is easily angered, but I am not good at venting my emotions. However, they have all become the villains in my stories. I will shape them into ugly characters, some with the head of a deer, some with the brain of a mouse, some with the appearance of a sanctimonious person, and some with evil intentions. If there is still much love in my articles, I will let her die gloriously. If she can realize her value in my insignificant words, then thank God for the gift, this poor sailor. This helpless wanderer would also be kind. Lord, forgive my evil heart, forgive me for the mistakes I made to myself.
I find it laughable when I think of how a guy who's swayed by the wind, or an unlovable guy, plays a disgraceful role and benefits from it.
Although the computer science exam on September 21st-23rd was already powerless, I still wanted to be a positive person, destroy their whirlpool, and let the two helpless grasshoppers get rid of the suffering of the sea of bitterness. I felt that it was very successful. The man trusted me very much, at least he became my best friend, but I didn't know what kind of mentality the woman had. It was best not to be grateful, but to sprout my love for her. This fire burned me. I didn't take action because I was always standing on the edge of reality and ideals. I let time disappear and make myself forget. My face was full of vicissitudes. Unfortunately, my views from my early years were once again verified. The gains and losses would never be proportional. For love, I almost lost my self-esteem. Love can change everything.
Soon, I always appeared by her side like a ghost. Her indifference did not dampen my arrogance. My rationality or rational thinking made me miss opportunities one by one. I treated my concern for her as an accident and my hurt for her as a necessity. My wild nature and desire to return to simplicity brought me closer to primates. Perhaps many people, especially women, like compliments, and they are no exception. I cared for her carefully, but often forgot others for myself. I've always been paranoid that men and women are equal, and men and women must bear the same responsibilities. I'm a girl. I discovered my ignorance. I never liked to call myself a 'child', and I called myself' boss 'or' man'. I thought I was a man with indomitable spirit and pride. My chauvinism determined my carelessness. Could it be that for someone, I became careful and changed those shining things in me? I didn't care about trifles, but I was bold and forthright. On the contrary, I cared too much about trifles, was graceful and sad, and always liked some sad songs to accompany me?
My life is going downhill.
Everything was a coincidence. If I lost myself in the Goddess of Time, if I was loyal to someone who didn't love me, if I forgave my mistakes again and again, if I naively hoped to be forgiven by others, what role would I play? Would I willingly increase my appetite for the sake of longing, would I willingly degenerate for the sake of dreams, would I do stupid things for some unwarranted reasons, would I do it to prove Caesar's words: I cured my headache by trekking. Perhaps it later turned into heartache, both at the same time. I knew that there was something wrong with my heart. I was too persistent. Could it be that I was mentally and physically exhausted?
Fighting cocks had fighting spirit and would not give up fighting because of pain. He had wanted to re-describe his relationship with someone, but now he thought about it, it was an additional branch. Taking medicine, playing football, or borrowing an umbrella to exchange for an umbrella, fighting within the same room, watching movies, and buying things were really ignorant actions. The only thing I need to do is to regain my politeness, to accept every face passionately, to love everyone who cares about me, to give love instead of courting...
Time flew. My winter vacation has passed more than 10 days, and it seems that my soul has been purified like never before. The maturity and experience of XXXX further accentuated my childishness and helplessness. How could he exude the demeanor of a scholar, making my image of a ruffian even more unlikable? I think maybe the school turned me into a learning machine and forgot to think, or maybe I really should reflect on it, but their social adaptability is really better than mine. The environment could change people. How could people fly in a sad atmosphere?
I have never sworn in front of anyone, nor have I ever believed in oaths. The only thing I believe in is faith. This is something reliable. I must try to change myself at the start of this year's school. I can't always live in the realm of a boy. I should be a man. My shoulders are already very hard.
My Father's Story
I gradually understood my father's deep eyes. My father was sometimes harsh to me and even used a high-handed policy on me. I always laughed at his short-sightedness in my heart, but he never interfered with my thoughts. However, he had unknowingly affected my character. He was generous and kind, too soft-hearted, and wanted to achieve things but lacked the heart. He never got any benefits from doing things, and he never got anything from giving. Perhaps we were used to not getting anything.
On the sixth day of the lunar month, he was about to leave. Father had no choice but to embark on a new journey. I saw that he was obviously old, and my rebellious spirit inevitably made him angry. I am a person who dares to accept and admit mistakes, but never tries to correct them. His father grew old day by day, but he had no choice but to work as a mason, a common laborer. I have never blamed my father for the prejudice society had against migrant workers. He gave me life and many precious things. I once dreamed of learning the law so that I could be treated unfairly like him. Unfortunately, this dream never came true. I prayed silently for my father's health and safety, but I never faced him. My personality was always full of contradictions.
Sending a friend on Valentine's Day
Today was Valentine's Day. Ever since we parted the night before yesterday, he left. The moonlight that night was really good. The snow had not completely melted, and the surroundings were quiet. I knew that he was going to board the train, but I didn't intend to send him off. I'm a person who's afraid of parting. Sometimes, it's difficult to meet and part. Last night, before Ah Bin left, I wrote a poem to give him, but I still missed it. Forget it!
Don't say goodbye, okay?
it is a song to meet
After the song,
We still have to live well
If meeting is a mistake
Who will finish this song?
Don't say goodbye, okay?
These two words are too heavy
Carrying the tears of the goddess looking at her husband
Carrying a sigh of a thousand years
Let's say hello again, friend
Good friend, have a safe journey
We haven't been apart for long
But a greeting like the first time we met
Hello, friend
future is long
How much care is behind me
it is a song to meet
Don't make the goodbye so miserable
Go, don't look back
Go, don't ask me to stay
'Cause I can't stand it
The station of parting
the familiar figure
gone
Tears are explaining to me
Hidden under strength is frailty
Tears keep flowing
But after the tears run dry
The road still has to go on
Don't say goodbye, okay?
After leaving XX, I seemed to have unknowingly lost half of my happiness. I could only wish him a happy Valentine's Day in my heart! One person left, one person was injured, and one person lived his own style. If the demon of longing refused to stop, it was because the Goddess of Time refused to give me a chance. Perhaps time could heal all wounds.
I only remembered Ah Bin because I remembered the pain of his breakup. The taste of breakup was like drinking bitter coffee. I was like a lion that had lost its will to fight, licking its own wounds. I hoped that I could quickly return to the team I should be in, regain my glory, regain my confidence, and rebuild myself.
carry the revolution to the end
Brave the wind and waves. His future was boundless, but he was sinking into the sea of knowledge. His heart was like a knife cutting through it. He had not completely obtained what he should have obtained, and he had not completely lost what he should have lost. Therefore, the Survivors grabbed the straw that symbolized hope and happiness and sought survival in the cracks of life. Their faith did not die. No matter how shocking the storm was, no matter how dark the future was, no matter how heartless their loved ones were, as long as they sowed the seeds, there would always be hope. Perhaps what was sown was platinum, but what was harvested was black iron. What was the problem? Because your forehead is full of vicissitudes of life, and aren't your beads of sweat glittering like gems? I will continue to fight because I firmly believe that tomorrow may not be beautiful, but a beautiful tomorrow will definitely come. No one could stop the tears of joy. Loneliness was no longer a feeling, but a realm. Only those who fully enjoyed loneliness could more accurately control the ups and downs of this society. Love was no longer a confession, but a kind of strength, a belief that was firmer than iron. Looking back at his recent life, he realized that the weather was cold and autumn was good.
If Adam and Eve hadn't eaten the fruit of the Garden of Eden, then we would have seen the human race today. If it weren't for Satan and the temptation of snakes, how could humans take the first step and make a leap? Adam and Eve might not have truly loved each other, but everything had happened in a place that should not have happened.
The time that had passed silently and in a flash was already irreparable. What we pursue is exactly what we need in the future. For example, love is just a small exercise before marriage. Whether we succeed or not this time has nothing to do with our future marriage. After all, the school was a relatively pure place, while society was a materialistic place. People were unpredictable and everyone was self-defensive. If one was not careful, they would find that they could not be found. When it was time to call for the sunrise, the rooster should desperately announce the dawn to dispel the darkness in the hearts of humans. Welcome a new future.
There would always be hope, but it wasn't that it wouldn't come true. It was just that they weren't willing. They weren't willing to have deeper meaning, to have more complicated emotions, and to be more hopeless. He was always so hesitant between choices. The philosopher once said that a picky beauty would eventually choose the worst man as her partner. This was perhaps the most wonderful side of human nature.
What did I lose in my messy studies? Is it passion, rationality, courage, boldness, hope, or fantasy…In short, I feel that perhaps losing is another kind of happiness, but isn't it also a kind of pain to gain? A truly wise man would not cry over spilled milk, because he would better grasp the present and create the future. People can't always live in a dream. When they wake up from a dream, everything will become empty. The real Buddha is the Buddha in his heart. Faith was a kind of power. Only the strong could not lose faith.
Carry the revolution to the end. He wanted to get it but was unwilling to give it, and he was afraid of losing something after giving it up. Perhaps I'm not a saint, and should belong to the 18 levels of hell. Falling is a state of life, a state of life that puts oneself to death. How much courage does it take to rise after falling? Don't cry in the self-created spiritual prison. You need to get out of the hut. The air outside is very fresh. Closed-door training will only increase forgetting and depression. Optimists only believe that there will always be a way. The success of the revolutionary cause must be exchanged at the cost of blood, so the living should love life and pursue it endlessly.
I'm not a saint. I need to drink milk and eat bread, but I can also live a wonderful life. I pull out a mirror and start looking at myself, but I don't know where to start.
Written on February 3, 2003
Before and after the sars outbreak
Around the spring, the silent arrival of SARS-infected people caused us to fall into a state of fear, but the people of this country showed the power to overcome everything. We were traumatized, but we did not despair.
Not long after, the school seemed to have gotten wind of the news from various media outlets. Even the head of the Weisheng Department had been changed. Who dared to pretend to be calm? First, the alcohol ban was announced. It was said that drinking during the period of the Sars was fatal. The computer incident that was once strictly investigated was left unsettled. After all, in a closed environment like the school, everyone's hobbies or interests were restricted to a small range. I also made a mobilization order to seal the school in the whole class and announced the grim situation in our country. The entire Celestial Empire seemed to be immersed in panic, but the leaders of the central government did not regard the disease as a scourge. They used practical actions to inspire the fighting spirit of the people of the country. However, protective measures and good habits must be taken. They had to constantly breathe and wash their hands every day. The dormitory hygiene was more active than ever.
April 19th is my birthday, so I was too embarrassed to mention it. Some of my high school classmates came back from Xi'an. It was said that because they came back rashly this time, they didn't even have a graduation certificate in the end. We will dine in Dragon Harbor, and everything seems so vast. I have a date with Eve. Freezing doesn't mean we're destined to be apart. If she's destined to fall in love with someone else, let her be! Since I couldn't go out on May Day, I might as well rest at school and wait for the news of the ban being lifted. I participated in a debate on how to sweep the world if I don't sweep a house. Of course, I had the same opinion as Chen Fan, and the outcome was the same. Chen Fan suddenly realized and tried his best to sweep the floor. As for me, I was too polite and naturally lost. Only then did he know that verbal warfare was the absolute truth. After being hit, he was hit again. Only then did he know that habit was the real thing. After another semester, the CET-4 finally fell into the swamp.
The summer vacation was so hot that it melted the panic in her heart. She took part in some practical work to earn some extra money, only to realize that it was really difficult to survive in society. She tossed and turned, drifted on the streets, and finally…
After returning to school, my mood didn't improve. On the contrary, it became even more depressed. That month, perhaps I remembered wrongly. I smoked two packs of cigarettes in two days. I wanted to rely on this thing to numb myself, but I realized that it was useless. My worries didn't decrease at all. The longing in my heart seemed to have no end. She wanted to work for another year and work hard so that she could live up to her parents 'hard-earned money. Therefore, he worked hard and even harder, swearing that his brain would rot. It was a little unbearable to participate in a learning exchange. Facing the childish juniors, I thought of myself from two years ago. I was also prepared to fight, but unfortunately, I was too excited. Although I had seen many scenes, I was full of Nanyang dialect. Naturally, not many people could understand me. Alas, this was my learning exchange meeting, so it was better not to mention it!
He decided to go to Wudang Mountain for a short walk. It was raining heavily. On the ninth day of September, it was the Double Ninth Festival. He seemed to be in the best mood when he climbed high and looked into the distance. The mountain is not high, there are immortals to make it famous, the water is not deep, there are dragons to make it spiritual. Mountaineering was an activity, but it was also a form of spirit. It was raining on the 4th of October. I kept climbing and finally reached the top of the Golden Summit at 8 am. There was no sunlight, and the clouds were misty. I couldn't open my eyes. The pilgrims came and went in a hurry. I wasn't a devout believer, so I pretended to burn incense and make wishes. There were many lush trees in the mountains, and the roads were slippery. The rain kept falling, and the mountains and rivers poured down from the top of the mountain to form a waterfall. It was also a different feeling. There were old men, children, and young and middle-aged people. When tourism became a peaceful activity, it was enough to show the strength of the country and the prosperity of the people. I'm proud of the Chinese people. I'll make another wish, that's all.
Early on October 12, 2003
Study Exchange Report
Respected teachers and lovely classmates: Hello!
September had come again. The autumn weather was clear and refreshing, and the osmanthus fragrance was fragrant. Such a beautiful time, the fragrant wind hit the moon, and we gathered together. It was the call of fate, but also the guidance of ideals.
First of all, let me introduce myself. I am Xu Dajun, a level 01 applied electronics technician. I live in Wolong District. When it comes to learning methods and learning experience, we are almost the same. It's just that I have two years more ink than you.
First of all, he had to have a good mentality. Since he was here, he should take it as it was. Learning to adapt to the new learning environment, the police once said: The tide of the world was vast and mighty. If you followed it, you would prosper. If you went against it, you would forget. We can only remain invincible if we learn to adapt.
Secondly, he had to set up lofty ideals. Ideals were the ladder to success. If you want to fly higher, you must spread your ideal wings and soar in the sky to your heart's content. I think everyone wants to be an eagle, soaring freely in the sky, and not a chicken that can never fly. We have not come here to say that our studies have come to an end. University was not the end, but the starting point. Only those with great ambitions could be useful in society.
Third, be diligent. Thomas Thomas Pie would never fall from the sky. Just like a song, how could one see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?
……
In the end, I will say three words to my family: only your own method is the most suitable for you; If you want to see thousands of miles, go up another floor; It's better to do it than to say it. If you want to do it, do it to the best of your ability, step by step!
Thank you, everyone!
September 17, 2003
In the wind and rain, you travel to Wudang
The rain kept falling, and the window of memory could not help but return to Wudang in 2003.
The mountain was not high, it was famous for being immortal. Perhaps I was bewitched by this sentence and admired Zhang Sanfeng. On October 4th, 2003, I wanted to climb the 1612m Wudang Mountain.
However, the weather was not good. The rain kept falling, so they could not see the beauty and beauty of Wudang on a sunny day. However, climbing Wudang in the rain gave them a different feeling.
At 14:24 in the afternoon, we took a taxi from Wudang Town and headed up the mountain. The mountain road was winding for more than 30 kilometers. It was raining outside the window, and it was hard to tell north from south. I wiped the rain with my hand. Through the window, I saw the tangerines and kiwifruit hanging on the branches all over the mountains. After the rain, they became more and more lovable, making the tourists drool. After driving for nine kilometers, he heard the driver say that there was a Prince Cave there. It was said that Prince Zhang Sanfeng had cultivated here.
At about 16 o'clock, the car stopped at Crow Ridge. The traffic was heavy and endless. From the conversation of the pedestrians, it was known that it was the ninth day of September. It was the Double Ninth Festival, a good day to climb.
The rain continued to fall, but it could not stop people's desire to climb and their pursuit of faith.
Crow Ridge was the dividing line between Southern Rock and Northern Rock. Wudang Mountain Villa was located on top of it, and there were stone tables and chairs on the ridge for pedestrians to rest. In such weather, the pedestrians could no longer hold back the flames of climbing high.
I originally wanted to climb the Southern Rock, but due to the restrictions of the tourism plan, I only followed the stairs to the Southern Heavenly Gate. Moreover, Southern Rock was not the main peak, so it was naturally less interesting. It was said that Zhang Sanfeng had once cultivated in Nanyan and was able to leap on roofs and walk on walls. He had comprehended the principles of Taoist Zen and died at the age of 242 without any illness, ascending to heaven and becoming an immortal.
Going down the stairs was the road to the main peak of Northern Rock, Golden Summit. After walking a few miles, the sound of water gurgled and a waterfall flew down. I think if it was a sunny day, it would have dried up long ago. How could there be such an elegant place for tourists to enjoy? Therefore, I thought that climbing Wudang Mountain in the rain was not in vain. The mountain road was rugged and slippery. I suddenly looked up and saw a stone hanging in the air. I thought it was a beautiful place, but who would have thought it was a masterpiece left by the recent rainstorm. A few mountain landslides were terrifying. I accompanied a few fellow villagers from Pingdingshan and Lushan to quickly pass through the dangerous area. Walking on this shaky and leaking slate, I felt that this trip to Wudang had a bit of an adventure. At this moment, I deeply realized the importance of companions. Even if I unfortunately died in the valley, there were still people who informed my relatives and friends. Perhaps I was young, but I was like a bird that had just come out of the cage, walking briskly in front of them to lead the way, not feeling tired at all.
An old man carrying his grandson on his back had already returned. I asked,"Grandpa, when will you come?"
He had climbed the mountain last night, worshiped this morning, and now he was bringing his grandson down the mountain. The old man replied proudly. He could not help but feel a sense of reverence in his heart. This Old People's Day was very different from the others. One was an old man in his twilight years, and the other was a toddler. They actually climbed the mountain in the rain overnight. What did they rely on? Is it faith, or the heart of a pilgrim?
As he walked, he admired the scenery along the way. Suddenly, he raised his head and saw that the stone wall was engraved with two black Xuanwu red stones, which were vigorous and powerful. Looking into the ravine, the fog was very thick and the visibility was very low. He asked the villagers,"How can such a high mountain supply water?"
Below was a reservoir for the mountain.
Looking up, the blue waves rippled in the haze, as if a graceful woman was walking towards me. I fell into the clouds and did not know where I was. I rubbed my eyes. I wasn't in the Grand Illusionary Land of 'Dream of the Red Chamber', fantasizing about meeting the River God. Didn't Cao Zhi once write' Ode to the Luo God 'and fantasize about meeting the Luo God? What kind of realm was that? As for me, I was just fantasizing.
Sigh, let's go. The road is still far. his companion urged. I woke up from a dream and set foot on a new journey. At this moment, a poignant and deep tune passed by his ears. I followed the tune and almost left my companion behind. A blind man leaned against a huge rock by the roadside and was playing a flute. The flute blended with the surrounding mountains and rivers, and the tune continued to echo in the mountains, adding to the infinite desolation. The tourists could not help but stop. On the stone wall above his head, there were two red characters engraved with Wudang.
As he walked and listened, he looked at the waterfall flowing down. He really wanted to stop and appreciate the ghost work of nature and the masterpiece of the ancestors. Playing with this ancient road, it seemed to have a life. He had the urge to stay and practice. Abandon all the troubles in the world, stay away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and stay away from the deception of the world. In the world of mortals, how many fame and fortune people are all laughing and talking. I knew that my thoughts had deviated from the track of reality, so I stopped my wild thoughts and looked at the sky. Twilight had cleaned up the last ray of light.
Of the seven of us, I was the youngest and most energetic, always willing to play the role of the vanguard. It was getting dark, and we couldn't help but feel flustered. We had been busy with our journey, so we didn't have the mood to appreciate the scenery. It was as if our legs were born to walk.
The rain continued to fall, and the rustling of the forest added infinite melancholy to the pedestrians. Finally, they arrived at a place where two roads led straight to the top of the mountain. The little girl behind me said,"We're going to heaven."
Yes, we are really going to ascend to the heavens. Who would have thought that this was only half the journey?
We slowed down and reached the 100-step ladder in the blink of an eye. I counted as if I was serious. The first step was 42 steps, the second step was 122 steps, a total of 164 steps (the sky was very dark, maybe I counted wrongly and forgot to count when I came back). It seemed that the rumors were wrong. Perhaps the 100-step ladder was just a description of the difficulty of climbing. The companions behind me were already tired and panting. I also took time to take a nap. Standing on the edge of the road, he looked down at the bottom of the mountain with the help of the weak light. There was nothing but the dark walnut forest.
Walking on the road, forgetting the road. Look at my companions, a family of three, a 70-year-old mother and her daughter, and a middle-aged woman in her fifties, a devout pilgrim. I was the youngest. We chatted along the way, making us temporarily forget the tiredness of the journey. Gradually, there were fewer people on the road. In the end, there were only the seven of us left. We climbed to the top of the mountain alone. No matter the wind or rain, it would not extinguish the hope in our hearts.
At seven o'clock in the evening, she finally couldn't find the way, so the middle-aged woman said,"We'll reach Jinding soon. There's an inn in front. Why don't we rest there tonight and leave tomorrow morning?" Her suggestion was tacitly approved by everyone, so we rested in an inn not far from the Golden Summit.
I went to bed early and noted down today's experience. I ate a small bowl of rice and it actually cost eight yuan. I couldn't help but laugh at the boss's business. The room charge was very reasonable, 20 yuan a night, but the wind blowing from the mountains through the thin wooden walls added a little coolness to this cool autumn. I fell asleep in a daze. I didn't know when I was awakened by the sound of a rooster crowing. 30. It was still raining outside, and it was foggy. Everyone got up, washed up, and continued on their way. The autumn rain hit our faces with the morning breeze. It was a little cold. We kept rubbing our hands to keep warm.
In one go, we became the first people to reach the top of the Golden Summit. A sense of joy welled up in our hearts. The clouds on the top of the mountain were lingering, and the rain suddenly became fierce. The visibility of the air was very low. I stood on the top and looked down. It was so deep that I couldn't see the bottom. Except for the clouds and mist, there was only a little scenery. It was like a young woman wearing a mysterious veil, charming and moving, making people's imaginations run wild. I picked up my camera and took a picture of this soul-stirring scene. Devout pilgrims had already started to burn incense on the Golden Summit and worship Perfected Zhang. They were really touched by their piety.
The scenery of Jinding was beautiful. It went without saying that the tour guide said that only the royal family had the privilege of burning incense at Jinding. The two cranes stood on both sides of the tablet of Immortal Zhang. I think they are probably the guardians of Immortal Zhang and his flying mounts. If it's sunny, the scenery at Jinding might be even more beautiful, I think.
After seeing the scenery of Jinding, we held an umbrella and put on raincoats. We carefully went down the mountain. We didn't expect to feast on the scenery of Wudang.
After a few steps, they arrived at the Great Prison and Hall on the Golden Summit, where the statues of Perfected Zhang, his uncle, and Sun Simiao, the King of Medicine, were worshipped. After walking a few steps, I saw the words 'Transfer Hall' on the other side of the Golden Summit. The rain was getting heavier, so I went in and took a walk. I said mockingly,"I hope this rain will wash away all my bad luck." They all laughed.
After going down a steep staircase, I saw a platform. On the inside of the road, there were four bold and powerful characters carved on it. I couldn't help but sigh at the profound skills of the ancients and the perfection of the craftsmen's skills. I admired Zhang Sanfeng's self-cultivation even more. It was difficult to climb up the mountain and it was even more difficult to go down the mountain. I slowed down my pace. It was still early at nine o'clock in the morning, so I carefully enjoyed the scenery of this mountain and immersed myself in it.
Soon, they arrived at the Peak of the Jade Maiden. A large rock was suspended in the air, as if it was a flying rock from outer space. It was said that there was a spring near the Peak of Jade Maiden. After drinking it, one could maintain their beauty and prolong their life. If a girl drank it, she could find a suitable husband. However, I never found the location of the spring. I only saw some water in the stone crevice.
When they reached the hundred-step ladder, they walked half the way again. The sun finally squeezed out a smile from the gap between the branches. I stopped. The scenery in the distance was so clear that the stones on the mountain seemed to be striped. I looked at the opposite mountain, and the scenery was even more beautiful. The clouds on the mountain were illuminated by the sun, and they looked like clusters of snow on the mountain for many years. I really don't want to go forward, but unfortunately I am also a member of all living beings. I can only helplessly be like a child picking shells by the sea. I only care about picking shells and forget to appreciate the beauty of the sea.
The number of pedestrians on the road gradually increased, and the waterfall in the mountain stream added more elegance to the colorful mountain. Wildflowers bloomed in the mountains, and wild fruits hung all over the branches, adding a lot of imagination to the pedestrians. It was said that there were originally macaques on the mountain, perhaps the rain scared them away.
Looking at the pedestrians, there were couples, happy families of three, old people and children, farmers and workers. I couldn't help but sigh. When tourism became a peaceful activity, our country became richer and stronger.
After that, they toured the Yellow Dragon Cave. Suddenly, a large group of pilgrims, dressed in Taoist clothes (I don't know if they were Maoshan Taoists or descendants of the Quanzhen Sect), walked up the mountain. It was said that they were paying homage to a Taoist festival. I followed him to the side of the mountain. There was a bronze statue of Sun Simiao, the King of Medicine. The words 'Boundless Merit' came into view. The pilgrims beat the gongs and drums and knelt down to worship the King of Medicine. Wudang was a Taoist holy land.
Soon, they arrived at the Line of Sky. There were always endless sceneries on the road, there were always scenes of tourists weaving together, and there were always endless bluestone. I wanted to stay here, but I had to leave. I only lamented the haste of this travel arrangement.
Soon, I arrived at Crow Ridge and returned to the starting point. The starting point and the starting point were just relative concepts. The important thing was always the process. When I ate the apple she gave me, I woke up from my dream and announced that this trip to Wudang had come to a complete end.
Next time I go to Wudang Mountain, I must go to the Southern Rock Golden Peak.
October 14, 2003
Sometimes I wonder how this trip to Wudang will affect my future choices. It's obvious. I seemed to have seen through the world of mortals, or perhaps I finally saw that everything was unimportant. Only when one's realm reached a certain height could one see things very openly. All my dreams had been shattered, and I felt the danger of being besieged on all sides. Even if I graduated successfully, I would have to face many helpless choices, so I thought that maybe I needed a place to continue my life. The green military camp naturally entered my sight.
Preface to the Military Symphony
I'm going to enlist. Is enlisting the right choice? " I've already taken the first step with determination. It's a dream that originated from my youth. I'm still full of fantasies about the future. I've already walked through it, so I don't have to regret it or find 10,000 reasons for myself. Because when I stepped into that magical land, I was infected by this ancient and magical ethnic group, the Uighurs. Hetian, an ancient and magical city in the western part of China. What kind of story did I play there? The picture of life had been opened, and the window of memories had been opened. What kind of window was that? It was a thought-provoking happiness.
Throw your pen and join the army
Perhaps it was a teenager's dream, or perhaps it was the impulse of youth. There were many things that he always wanted to experience. Perhaps there was not much right and wrong in this world. Lu Xun once said, There was no road on the ground, but as more people walked, it became a road. Only those who had experienced it had the right to speak. In my mind, the images of Wang Changling, Xin Qiji, Zhang Qian, and Ban Chao gradually became bigger. Especially Ban Chao's story really inspired me. I also wanted to join the army and experience Cen Shen's " Snow in August " and golden spears and iron horses. Perhaps the military career of " The Bright Moon in Qin Dynasty and the Pass in Han Dynasty " was very attractive, and " Grape Wine Luminous Cup " was very comfortable.
So I stayed in school as if I was sitting on pins and needles. I was absent-minded in class. I went home and talked to my parents about my thoughts. They knew that no one could stop me from making my decision. By chance, I decided that I would have a connection with the green phalanx, fulfilling my green dream. I have a distant relative who is said to have an official position in the army. His subordinate happened to come to Henan to recruit soldiers. I thought that even if I couldn't adapt, someone would take care of me and save my parents 'heart. As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the more disappointment.
So my father and my eldest uncle went around to work, especially my eldest uncle. It was really hard on him. He was an old comrade in his 70s who was very concerned about my future. He really hoped that I could create my own sky in the military camp. How could an old man in his seventies not be inspiring if he could put in so much effort?
Not everyone understood what I did, including my closest roommate. So I planned to disappear mysteriously, so very few of my schoolmates knew where I went, including her, whom I used to love. I thought that if I were to disappear from the earth one day, besides my parents and family, there would still be those people who would be happy and worried for me. Only life would give me the clearest answer.
Even now, I dare not say that this choice will have a profound impact on my future life. I have never regretted it, never succumbed to the weight of life. I believe that I can save my humble soul through myself. Therefore, I have always been doing things that I am not willing to do, but I persevere. I believe that the path under my feet will lead to a different world after I walk it. There was no need to be overly eager. The goddess of luck would favor those who had the intention. These optimistic feelings benefited from my two years of military life. To me, life was like a glass of wine. It was too light to pour into the sea. Only by pouring it into my own glass could I taste it.
On November 28, 2003, I finally abandoned my unfinished studies and pursued a path of my own. I didn't expect that the road to the army would be full of thorns. It wasn't as smooth as I thought. The window had already opened. What kind of window was that? A thought-provoking window of happiness. The story unfolded like an arrow released from the bow.
(The next chapter: Did you really become a soldier?）
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