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A Profound and Far-Reaching Road |
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Unknowingly, I've been on the road for many years, with numerous footprints
stretching out, but the destination remains unseen.
Through countless sunsets, I've been to the teaching buildings, to the
playground, alone, envisioning the boundless campus of the future. Amidst
the bustling crowd, my sweat trickles down my temples, igniting a more
vibrant light than the midday sun. Yet, the illusion is shattered by the
loud shouts of younger students. I lift my gaze and see the lonely sunset
hanging in the sky, as if reminiscing about an era when our youthful dreams
were not yet shot down by the archer Yi. The path stretches far and wide,
leading to eternity, the unknown.
I reach out my hand, as if I can already touch the doorstep, but I still
haven't found the doorknob. The road seems to reach its end, and the future
me beckons from behind the door, while the past me shouts, urging me to turn
back. Suddenly, I realize that this path I've walked countless times was
never meant for me alone. In my earlier years, after dinner, my tablemate
and I would come here for a stroll, stealing moments of leisure. Back then,
I would gaze at the rosy sunset, unaware that it harbored a somber crimson
hue. Through ups and downs, I have arrived at the doorstep in a daze. As the
intersection of the hour and minute hands has become an essential angle for
people to reach a better world, the path has become narrow and suffocating,
making it hard to catch a breath. Though it is right in front of me, how
many people have the courage and strength to push it open?
I see a basketball not far away, smashing against the rim, struggling for a
moment before bouncing out. Before the ball touches the ground, someone
snatches it, throwing it up again. It's like an unstoppable spring, bringing
forth a warm breeze, and flowers bloom in the shadows untouched by the
setting sun. In that moment, the world does not pause for anyone's presence.
I understand that moving forward through the opened door is an inevitable
part of life. Even if it's just a door away, I can already hear the
tumultuous and complex world roaring behind it. With a backpack on my back,
I'll embark on a journey, leaving behind the nostalgia and reluctance,
trusting that the nature of the soul will pave the way for me.
The sky grows darker, and the children playing basketball have gone home. I
take a step back, but the path to university seems closer than ever. Perhaps
at this moment, I'm already strolling down it effortlessly. Time's
inscrutable nature will bestow upon me an unknown road. It may be muddy, but
I will imprint my footsteps with all my strength. I don't mind getting
covered in dirt because in this golden age, we have no reason to shrink
back.
I have never been to the seaside, nor have I witnessed how the soaring foam
fades away in one's gaze. However, I believe it is a breathtaking reality
rather than an illusion. Since I've already set foot on the path of
progress, there is no turning back. I firmly believe that as I step into the
university tomorrow, I will be greeted by a blossoming light in my eyes.
Perhaps the gate of innocence and youth has closed, but I see ahead a road
that is even more profound and far-reaching. |
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