AS I walk toward the autumn of my life, I begin to realize that everything in the world seems to have moved in a cycle, like the four seasons that continue to change and renew outside my window. But I am still seated ...AS I walk toward the autumn of my life, I begin to realize that everything in the world seems to have moved in a cycle, like the four seasons that continue to change and renew outside my window. But I am still seated in front of my window, observing the floating clouds at the ends of the earth. Some of them float from the future, some from the past. They join at the head and the tail of the universe; it is hard to tell the dragon’s head from the dragon’s tail. Things are always like this—the beginnings and the endings are sometimes interchangeable; the things that you think have gone by, have gone far away or completely vanished will suddenly appear before you like old acquaintances. Perhaps it might be the second generation accompanied by the shadows of the first.展开更多
文摘AS I walk toward the autumn of my life, I begin to realize that everything in the world seems to have moved in a cycle, like the four seasons that continue to change and renew outside my window. But I am still seated in front of my window, observing the floating clouds at the ends of the earth. Some of them float from the future, some from the past. They join at the head and the tail of the universe; it is hard to tell the dragon’s head from the dragon’s tail. Things are always like this—the beginnings and the endings are sometimes interchangeable; the things that you think have gone by, have gone far away or completely vanished will suddenly appear before you like old acquaintances. Perhaps it might be the second generation accompanied by the shadows of the first.
