The moment our memory opens, life begins quietly, and when it comes to an end, the dust that was raised in the past will eventually become the soil that settles after staggering. What an extravagant word for youth, we keep bringing it up, and our words seem to be very comprehensible. But you carefully observe those old people who have been through the vicissitudes of life, they no longer argue about anything. Everything was slow, just sitting there, looking in one direction for a long time. It's like recalling your own long, picture-like life, which is their life and your future life. Years later, when you're sitting there again with gray hair, you realize that your life is passing little by little. The past slowly became clear. Loved, hated, missed, sad, wandering in the wind, frost, rain and snow of these years. So you sigh and sigh for your limited voice, regret for not being young anymore. However, what can really move us, can make us care, let us nostalgic, is actually such a person and such a thing. But life has never lost its beautiful side, and there will always be waiting for the lost us at a not-too-distant turn. At that turn, there are long-lost stars, wrinkles and white hair on our faces. Only then did I realize that there is a gap between joy and sorrow, and we have to walk slowly for this gap. With relief, with tolerance, with hope, full of kindness to the world, full of nostalgia for life. Don't give up, don't hold grudges. Forget what can be forgotten, forgive what can be forgiven. Peacefully accept the starry wheat fields or the rough winds and rains in your life. Have a soft heart, think calmly, and keep righteous thoughts without hindrance.
————Liu Dabai at station B
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