One of my students in 2018, a considerate and warm-hearted boy, kept his promise and subscribed to the Mintreading on Wechat. Tonight, I bumpped into his moment's update, clicking the link file to get what's the name of his first book out of curiosity. The above gloom and sadness-provoking picture came into my eyes, especially the words on which set me in deep thought for a while. "
To remember, to let go, and to move on.". To remember the heartfelt touch, sensational movement and the little luck in my life; To let go the heart-broken and low-spirited. Let go what is beyond my ability and my values. To move on, or what else I can do but futher ahead, transfer suffering to motivation, smell the roses on the bone-breaking journey through seven-eleven schedule?
As a sentimental and soul-focused person in this beathtaking metropolis, what I everyday asked to myself is what's on earth is my persevering pursuit, only to find myself at a loss what to do at the fork of the road. Just as the poem going like this:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Had worn them really about the same,
Though as for that the passing there
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference
All our life experiences count. Be exposed to more classics and foreign magazines to nourish my heart, to broaden my horizons and to lift my spiris; Make aquaintance of more interestiong people and soul, who must more or less motivate my inspiration, as well as, give me life insights; Follow my inner heart and decline what is against my will with firm attitude...
PS: A wise woman likes but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe and leaves before she is left.