Chapter 16 postscript

The world is not small, but very coincidental. When I write about Liu Yu, I actually taste people's hearts from his stories and seek the true secret of human nature changes in those turbulent years. More than ten years ago, I was a liberal arts top student in a key high school science class in my hometown. I was thin in body and ideally fat, and I was recognized by many teachers as a pillar.When we graduated, we went our separate ways, and a few buddies and I swore to be very sincere and drunk, and when we were thirty, we met at the pinnacle of ideals!More than ten years have passed, and what can wash away everything except tears is time.The person I met with has long been far away from each other. At the beginning, it was hard to even laugh when I thought about it. Everything is getting farther and farther away, getting weaker and weaker, like tea that is constantly diluted.

More than ten years, those wasted years are called youth, then how will my life be spent in more than ten years. More than ten years, in a person's life, really can't be regarded as a short period of time.Time will obliterate your sincerity and true nature, and will also experience your open-mindedness and maturity; it will make you live in a muddle, and it will also make you live a wonderful life. The key depends on how you live. The height of life is not necessarily controlled by yourself , but the depth of life should be determined by oneself. I like the girl's eyes, an unknown movie, the girl stands on the small bridge, holding a Xiangfei bamboo umbrella, waving farewell to the station where she stopped in the drizzle.There is no sadness, no sadness, only the memory of "that year, that event, that person" flashing in those eyes, full of happiness and affection, the picture has been frozen in my memory for a long time, it is really beautiful.Looking back ten years later, what will we fill our hearts with, whether it is cold resentment, or a faint smile; whether it is quiet tears, or silent love, we will also have that tender heart Is it a glance?

I like Voltaire's philosophy in his later years: Although we live in a hostile, godless world, there are still small but positive efforts we can make. What's more, this world is not just numb and desolate. It is larger than the void, smaller than dust, longer than eternity, and shorter than an instant. See it with your heart and warm it with dreams. This world can be warm and wonderful. I hope that I am a person with dreams. I don’t need to have many dreams, otherwise dreams will invade my life and I can’t turn back; but I can’t have no, otherwise I don’t know how to comfort the rest of my life.

As long as there is a dream, the soul will not be lonely. Write a poem for everyone, and what I want to share with you in this book is probably in it.