Chapter 36 city ​​of yesteryear

city ​​of yesteryear Life took me to stand on the hillside of youth, and beckoned me to look back.Then I saw a city of strange shape, set on a field.The field is full of fragrant mist, purple mist rising, sky light and cloud shadows, a wonderful scene. I asked, "What kind of place is that, life?" She said: "Look carefully: that is the city of the past!" I looked carefully, and I saw: The Academy of Action sits there motionless, like giants asleep; around the Temple of Words wanders a host of spirits, now crying out in despair, now singing like hope; temples of religion, built by faith, doubt and razed them to the ground.Spires of thought soar to the sky like the hands of beggars; streets of interest stretch out like rivers in valleys; storehouses of secrets are kept hidden and guarded, yet are stolen by inquiring thieves; castles of enterprising , built by bravery, but destroyed by fear; the edifice of dreams, which night adorns it with splendor, and waking ruins it, the tiny hut where weakness dwells; It is self-sacrifice. In the club of knowledge, wisdom makes the lamp bright, and ignorance dims it; in the tavern of love, lovers get drunk and shame when they are empty.On the stage of life, life plays out scenes, and then death comes and ends these tragedies.

This is the city of the past, now present and now hidden, both far and near. Life stood before me and said, "Follow me! We have stood so long." I asked, "Where are you going, life?" She said, "To the city of the future." I said, "Wait a minute, I'm too tired to walk. The rocks have worn out my feet, and the hardships have worn me out "She said: "If you want to move forward, you will be cowardly and timid if you don't move forward, and you will be stupid and stupid if you only look back at the city of the past."