The whole world is talking about how serious the greenhouse effect is, but winters are getting colder year by year, so cold that I almost believe we are getting closer to a new ice age on Earth.
The yard is full of ginkgo and sycamore leaves, and the desolate feeling makes the already cold weather even more difficult to enjoy. The streets are decorated early for Christmas and New Year's celebrations, but it's hard to hide the pervasive bleakness.
On Plurk, people keep saying that they've been notified that they'll only be working until the end of the month. Under the shadow of the economic crisis, everyone is worried, and companies have become lifeless and devoid of energy.
2009 is coming, unstoppable. Those things that should have been completed this year but were left powerless and unsalvageable now form knots in my heart. Even if they can be finished next year, they will lack the significance that should have belonged to 2008. It seems like it has reached a point where self-forgiveness is impossible.
In fact, today is a special day, the anniversary of the Nanjing Massacre. 71 years ago, a time so long ago that it's almost a century. "Forgetting history means betrayal." I wonder how many people would remember today on their own without needing to be reminded.
Just like this year, I wonder how many people will remember this disaster-filled 2008 in 71 years' time, what we have all endured together, and what we have achieved together.
Salute to our motherland, for its unprecedented confidence.