四月蜗牛

 

这几天一个人想了很多，好像二十多年来从没有认真地去思考过这些……

也许，这应该感谢Uncle！Uncle是一个很善于谈吐的人，从美国回来后，好多曾经的老同学聚在了一起；四十多年了，曾经的这些“毛泽东思想文艺宣传队”的战士们，今天大多数都已成为我们这个社会还算有点面子的“人物”，但只要一提及中学的时光，感觉似乎又回到了那个年代。听着他们的故事，他们的歌，我可以体会到他们那时的纯真；我当时想，如果等到我们的两鬓也有了稀疏的灰白，我们是否也能聚在一起追寻那些逝去的求学生涯。科大的四年时光，现在想来真像是一场梦啊~ 只可惜，我们留不住岁月，留不住青春……

 

然而，我们逝去的也许并不只是时间，更多的也许是他们那一代人的人格魅力；那种生活的激情，昂扬的斗志，那种敢拼敢干的精神，恰恰是今天我们这一代的大部分人所缺乏（或者说“忘却”)的。我们的身边有太多丧失理想，丧失信仰的人们。丰富的物质生活使我们的思想变得懒惰，使我们的灵魂变得麻木……也许是时代不同了，但我总觉得我们至少应该承认我们这一代人所面临的信仰危机；至少，这会让人觉得我们还有最起码的一点点诚实！我不知道我们这一代人中，究竟有多少人认真地去思索过这个问题——但我觉得——是时候醒悟了！

 

拯救理想，拯救信仰！

好像很久没来这里留下点什么了...也许是自己在生活的忙碌中变得numb了吧:-)

 

"Great love involves great effort."——they are some letters printed inside the package of a piece of Dove chocolate when I was sharing with Vivian her Dove. It always feels so good for one to make some discoveries by accident: just as Lao Luo put, a happy accident.

I'll remember it~for good...

 

It's a circle of life~

Never tiring, never finishing, never yielding!

 

I remember once, imagining what my life would be like, and what I'd be like.  I pictured all the qualities, strong, positive qualities that people could pick up on from across a room. But as time passed, few ever became any qualities I actually had. All the possibilities I faced, all the sorts of people I could be... All of them reduced every year to fewer and fewer... And finally, It got reduced to one, to who I am... And that's who I am—— a snail, or exactly as Vivian said a sworm.

 

Thing didn't work out  the way I predicted. Accepting that's not easy, but easy doesn't enter into the grown-up life. So, I'll take this American Road.

 

Tomorrow is another day!