At this moment, I am leisurely walking under the sun, with a light step, and all the unpleasantness upon leaving home has dissipated. I think every elder may have such an expectation: to have someone who can share their life journey. Every song she sings (whether it's a cover or an original) is deeply loved by her fans. Since the reform and opening up, Wuhan University has taken the lead in domestic universities in education and teaching reform. All undertakings are developing vigorously, and overall strength has significantly increased. However, just sitting like this makes one lack the motivation to do anything. Standing on the horizon of life, quietly looking back, I find that I have already gone through eighteen rainy seasons, and can't help but wonder what I've done in these eighteen years? The scenery over the past eighteen years has become so blurred. Eighteen years can take you down countless roads, make you eat countless amounts of salt, but the streets you pass only amount to three: family, emotion, and academics. It's fresh to see Koreans balancing jars on their heads; if we tried, they might fall without great effort to maintain balance.
Xiaobai has no guard against people, and after crying over those who hurt her, she moves on without complaint or resentment, revolving around her beloved person, her emotions following his moods. Yao Fei is my sworn brother. For so-called careers, for so-called achievements, one must force a smile every day to face all kinds of people, living a lifeless existence. Tears have become their tools to interpret happiness and sadness. What we think belongs to us can be lost in an instant. She carefully puts on the wings borrowed from the moon, then hands the prepared seeds to the young man. I feel like I am a house—a house with its own style. Therefore, Wuhan can be considered as a closely integrated entity of a municipality, a provincial capital, and a county.
I always feel that in one’s life, if there isn't a rich childhood life, it cannot be called living solidly. I think, in the unchanging world of burdock over a thousand years, in the sunlight and dust of love, each of us is a burdock. When grown, some parts cling to our parents, some parts to our children, and the remaining bits are mutual watchfulness in the wind and rain. Despite still clearly remembering that cruel cold winter night, it seems as if it happened yesterday...
Winter will soon be over, and I will live in another season. One noon after the rain, I came to the park again, sat down on the same reclining chair, squinted my eyes, and enjoyed the warm sunshine. A gentle breeze brushed my cheeks, soothing my mood and bringing me a sense of peace and contentment. The old-style rickshaw, money shops, old door curtains, ancient and elegant streets... being in Qingdao's劈柴院is like returning to the 1930s. The nostalgic atmosphere is overwhelming. This is the birthplace of Qingdao's folk merchant culture and a witness to Qingdao's hundred-year history. What a place of change!
The city is very clean and clear. On the path of growth, we draw the rings of youth! When growth is fixed in a pattern, and so-called perfection is bound by others' gazes, our existence is merely a prop. For so-called happiness, everything paid turns out to be futile.
(Note: Some sentences were left ambiguous or repetitive in the original text, hence preserved similarly in translation.)