Although saving lives may be tiring and arduous, it brings spiritual comfort and a sense of fulfillment. It also beautifully exercises one's body; creates extremely favorable conditions for the wife to do less housework and improve her condition. Moreover, this has alleviated the economic burden and mental pressure on me and my son. Although we live frugally, in order to borrow money for schooling, I have been running around tirelessly, the hardship of which goes without saying.
Of course, clothes are washed by the washing machine, and rice is cooked by the rice cooker, saving us from two major troubles. There were quite a few people, but they were all gathered around gambling tables, with faces full of greed. The hoped-for acrobatics was nowhere to be seen, leaving me extremely disappointed. "Let me weigh some more," she said. "Children your age in the city are probably all in school, under their parents' protection." However, my environment for preserving life is far removed from literature. At this moment, I can ignore the noisy world during the day and not think about the messy human affairs. On New Year's Eve, most shops on the street were closed, there were fewer pedestrians, and I couldn't continue working. Life should be like water, adapting to circumstances—round when necessary, square when necessary, bending when necessary.
For us, this is both an encouragement and a motivation. By the time one reaches thirty, one should clearly acknowledge one’s life goals and direction of development; by forty, there should be no hesitation or doubt (with no fear of rejection or retreat); by fifty, one must accept one’s fate, as resistance becomes impossible; by sixty, according to the lunar calendar, one cycle of heavenly stems and earthly branches is complete, and one must recognize aging; by seventy, one is an old man, nearing the end of life. This journey of life, with its pursuits, makes living more meaningful.
Every experience of tranquility in life will naturally stir feelings of inner emotion, allowing life to breathe freely. After all, life becomes more meaningful when there are pursuits. The landscapes of life vary greatly; there can be no permanent joy, nor permanent sorrow. Everything passes, everything begins anew. Preserving life is always a process of rising and falling, with no beginning and no end.
My hometown has many high mountains. As a child, I often played on these mountains with friends from the village, picking wild fruits, disturbing birds. When tired, we drank cool mountain spring water, which was refreshing and slightly sweet. You, at such a youthful age, have already achieved so much, which is commendable. However, when the smell of stinky tofu wafted into my nose, my appetite disappeared entirely.
Additionally, those pure and joyful memories deep within the heart! Before I knew it, it was already November. I remember writing down some thoughts in "Memories of October" not long ago. Those events, those people, those extraordinary twenty days have become cherished memories that will last a lifetime.
I browsed some articles online and found that many famous young writers in China's literary education circle cannot distinguish between reality and dreams. They have gained attention in the literary world and share a common trait: they are all "second-generation writers." Their families have always been renowned in the literary and cultural circles for generations. Yet nothing remains unyielding forever. Life is like a grand stage, where there is never a rehearsal.
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