Ishwanja:
Zhanxin Jia!
It's been so long that I can't remember, this is the first few years we've spent together.
In this holiday season without surprise, no holidays, not even too many people know, remembering that you always scolded me "endless idle thoughts", so I can not help but bring up the pen again, write a little usually shy to put down the pen to express.
Occasionally, when you think of the old days, sitting beside Xuanwu Lake in the evening breeze, you like to hum an old song, "The fish that swims all day and all night, the fish keeps swimming. The people who think about you all day long, love doesn't stop."
There have been times when you've drunkenly cried bitterly about the heartache of not being understood, and how you don't want to live a life you hate.
There's no way around it, life is always like that. Those high accomplishments and low frustrations, long endurance and short satisfaction, are the scenery we see along the way. The just-right surprises and sudden discouragements are always on a narrow path, too.
Several times, we argued vehemently. You resented the fact that I thought of everything too idealistically, and I was not used to coaxing your emotions, although I also understood that many people apply formulas and algorithms.
You blame me for not being romantic enough and love to talk about trivial things that are not titillating or downright ordinary. I said, ordinary is the true meaning of life ah. When you are drowning in a sea of people, I still found you. You said, roll.
You laughed at me, all day long to spend so much brain, with millions of cell phone holding "friends" to talk about all kinds of economic and social humanities, deserve those hair abandoned you. I said to you righteously, why do you need to stay if you want to leave? Good to go do not send. You said, get lost.
You asked me if it's worth it to be so angry with those who "want to impose a crime" that I smoked my keyboard in order to dislike them politely. I said, not to let the black and white, is the bottom line of this society. For example, I don't like to hear you talk to your girlfriends like "skinny again". You said, as far away as possible to get away.
We always have a lot of laughter in front of us, right? I've taken you through every street and alley that made me linger, smelled every wisp of osmanthus, and tasted every flavor of Jinling. But how I wanted to tell you that we need to hear not only the laughter in front of us, but also the helpless silence. We need to see the blossoming flowers, but also see the weakness and powerlessness.
Along the way, we witnessed so many people praying for our eyes to linger on them for even one more second. I looked into shy but hopeful eyes and realized that is how we love the world.
We build this bridge, so that the powerless on it to walk strong, so that the heart of the locked door open heart, so that the city's struggling to see more once the scenery, but also to make every kind of come to the trip.
From time to time, you reassure me not to pay too much attention to the criticisms that will make me live too much. But I don't think that these criticisms are actually reminding us to remember who we are. When I have occasional resentment, they will say, "Who makes you the biggest backstage", "is our only network".
How to depict this feeling? It's the same as when you brush a short video to the point of "I don't want to be so tired, but she called me mommy" over and over again.
You know me. I've always been such a good sport.
Our city is never just us. There are so many people you see and don't see who deserve to be seen. We can't represent a city, but we really can do something for it.
Remember that rare and big typhoon that passed through on the eve of Mid-Autumn Festival? There are too many people in this city who stayed up all night like me. So when I see the image of a bright moon shining over Jinling, it really touches every cell.
Time never answers, but my understanding of the city I live in, of every piece of sky and earth, seems to find its answer in time.
Thank you, for always being there for me. When I lifted the pen in my hand for the powerless, when I recorded the city's little changes in appearance. You joked about it, but you stood by my side with unshakable determination, and together we accomplished those not-so-great dreams.
And thank you for your encouragement in letting me know that the word "meaning" is not abstract, and the word "value" can be concrete.
After traveling so far, writing so many words, and meeting so many people, it's actually an immense blessing when the words of the pen connect wonderfully with more people than you've ever met.
Remember that tune you used to hum, "Fish That Swim All Day," the last two lines?
"How vast the sea is, never to look back. As long as you keep me in your heart forever."
