Hi guys I'm back from the trip.
Mom met her classmate of primary school...After 30 years! I don't know what made them recognized each other in a moment, what made them found each other from the crowd.
An ebullient smile, some friendly words. It seemed that they never left each other in the 30 years.
After 30 years, they were not the little girls any more. They got a load of each other, they tried to find the silhouette of those pure years.
On our way to her home, they began to recall the memories, those days they hand in hand to walk to school.
Suddenly, those mising pieces began to wake up. The lost friendship came back with the stories.
Although the car was in the dark, I still could feel their enrapt face.
Years had past, but the friendship never faded away.
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There, we met grandpapa's townees. They white hair showed the passing years. They were old.
The old people of their hometown died gradually. The rest of them were lonely. The young people came out to find a better life, and never came back to build their hometown.
Grandpapa's little house is still there, over the cotton field. Inside, is the streamy memories. Many years have past, the little house is empty.
Do the people still remember the stories of the house?
People are busy, they have no time to look back. The lost years, we can never reserve.
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They met, and began to knit their beautiful childhood. Lost and found.
Why should we remember? I don't know. But sometimes forget is kinda pity.
I don't want the book of my life is empty, boring, just busy.
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I'm so afraid of losing my happiness, but I don't have enough courage to chase before I confirm my real happiness.
Then sometimes I missed it.
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If the promise cannot come true, it would be better to not give me hopes. Or it'll make me much more disappointed.
It would be better to let it be a surprise.
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I watched Run Lola Run yesterday evening.
Run for love!
Run for life!
Lola met different people. Each time they led a different life. Maybe they would be friends, maybe they would never meet again. All belongs to where you go, what you do.
The first 2 choice of Lola all failed. Only the third one succeed.
We don't have 3 choices. When we choose our ways, we can't go back. We have to face the end. Whatever, we have to move on, RUN!
In some ways, everybody is running like Lola.
Life, is a race, you have to run, you have to choose.
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We're the birds with the thorn in our heart. We keep singing, until the life leaves.
When we put the thorns in our breast, we know. We understand. And we still do it, still do it.
It's the rules of living. It's the truth of dying.
Even we're doing things we don't want, we still have to live. Suicide is selfish, is irresponsible. You left it all, you left all the troubles to your family. You left sadness to the people who love you.
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14th, July, 2004 "Little Tomorrow" said:" You're beautiful."
I said, I am beautiful no matter what they say.
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Dad tidied up my room during my trip.
I found that my diary book had moved. Well I guess he had read it. Should I be worried?
In fact I wasn't.
They're just some old diaries. I began to write oline diaries this year.
I read it again yesterday. I seemed really childish! But those words were shining, I was finding my missing pieces.
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"Will I release the string as unselfishly as that?"
Kites, sometimes we have to let it fly freely.
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Make your rules!
