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Nostalgia, Regrets, and the Pursuit of Happiness |
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In March, I don't know whether it was the beginning of happiness or the
continuation of hardship. As I write these words, the sunlight outside shines
brightly into the room, as if our future is filled with brightness. If it
weren't for the piles of snow on the road, I would think that summer is
approaching.
I am studying very hard now because I want to prove something, that I am not
inferior to others. Every day, I tell myself that if I don't catch up soon, I
will be left behind here, so I study diligently like before. Although I cannot
know what the future holds, I still give my heart and soul to what I do. After
all, in over four hundred days, this naive child will also embark on the path to
the realm of happiness. The path is chosen by oneself, and whether right or
wrong, one must bear the consequences.
"In the years before Christ, we were too young, and in the years after Christ,
we will be too old. Nobody has witnessed that truly beautiful smile." Hai Zi was
indeed a literary genius, and I deeply admire him. Life always has so many
regrets. We often neglect the things readily available around us while
relentlessly pursuing the unattainable, thereby missing out on many beautiful
things. Learning is also like that, starting from the practical, right?
When the day comes that I grow up, I will proudly tell the world that I have no
regrets about growing up.
I currently enjoy listening to Karen Mok's songs. They feel very real, like
walking alone on the empty streets on a rainy night. There is no one else on the
road, and she walks and sings by herself, and her voice consumes the world.
People fall asleep one by one, completing their unfulfilled dreams in their
sleep. These past few days, I've been falling asleep listening to Karen Mok's
singing, and it's wonderful. The next morning, I wake up with sleepy eyes, and
my mom's not very gentle but incredibly warm voice echoes in my ears. A
nutritious breakfast is already set on the table. I devour it quickly and then
grab my backpack and rush to school. There aren't many people on the way, which
means I might be late if I don't hurry. I take big strides forward, luckily just
in time.
I told Xiaozhuai that I really miss my junior high school life. I said I wanted
to experience that pure happiness again, and she pinched my ear and called me
weird. I said maybe I am, I'm just a nostalgic person, trapped in memories. I
took out my junior high school graduation photo and looked at it carefully until
my eyes hurt. It reminded me of so many things because they are simply
unforgettable.
I rummaged through boxes and found old cassette tapes to listen to, but they
were filled with static. It turns out that even youth has an expiration date.
"Yesterday is gone, and tomorrow will be a pity." This is a phrase I recently
liked a lot, and I think it's very fitting. If you want to make progress, you
shouldn't have any complaints; otherwise, all that's left is emptiness. So, I'll
strive relentlessly. |
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Summary |
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In this reflective piece, the author ponders whether the month of March has
brought them happiness or continued hardship. They describe the sunlight shining
brightly, symbolizing a hopeful future. The author expresses their determination
to prove themselves and not be inferior to others, studying diligently and
embracing the unknown future. They quote poet Hai Zi, reflecting on life's
regrets and the pursuit of unattainable things. The author finds solace in
listening to Karen Mok's songs, which evoke a sense of authenticity. They recall
their junior high school days, expressing nostalgia and a desire to experience
the pure happiness of that time again. Despite uncertainties, the author
resolves to strive hard and live without regrets. |
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