Recently, I participated in the Beijing Outward Bound training organized by the company and had many feelings. The activities were also very interesting. After coming back and taking a shower in the evening, I was sitting in front of the window thinking, why did I cry when I left? Cried for no reason. Maybe I am no longer a child, and gradually, the emotions in my thoughts have become richer. When leaving the outward bound base, it felt like I would never come back. In fact, spending dozens of yuan on transportation fees would get me there, but I still felt very uncomfortable. The broken bridge was really scary, and my colleagues were cheering me on, which added a lot of pressure. But anyway, I didn't sacrifice myself up there, and I landed safely...
Recently, I've had a lot of random feelings. Actually, they're not random; just many small details have caused ripples. For example, I met a high school classmate, but I wasn't wearing glasses, and I was walking lost in thought. He called out several times before I realized it because he was shouting so loudly. He used to be an outgoing and humorous boy in our class, and now he still has that liveliness, but seems to have added some refinement. There was a faint sense of intimacy between us at that time, though we said a few words and then hurriedly parted ways. But this faintness made me clearly recall the past, and "we were once together" became a reason that could be both sentimental and beautiful.
For example, I saw several good books. There were no "big sensational entertainment headlines" inside, nor were there suspenseful thrillers. Just reading them made my mind very peaceful. It seemed like time flowed just as life passed by. That kind of solidness and warmth started from the deepest part of my heart - Bi Shumin, Xue Xiaochan... those names with warmth.
For example, today I experienced a heavy rain. In my impression, Kaifeng is like an easily irritable man, always rough-skinned and fiery-tempered, not knowing how to be delicate (seems a bit exaggerated). This was the first real rain. It was so repressed and released so passionately. When I saw the dark clouds, I even wanted to see the "grandeur of mountains and rivers" as a child. But five seconds later, I became a drenched chicken. However, when the wet rainwater flowed down my body, I actually regretted running a hundred meters so fast ~
Such days are all bright colors in my life. I don't think being sentimental is a sign of aging; instead, I believe this kind of nostalgia is a form of gratitude, for every person, every festival!
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