Beneath the Clouds 29

Today I wandered in the sunlight, reading and daydreaming. I finished Mr. Qian Gang's 'Tangshan Earthquake' again, though a bit depressing, it was quickly soothed by the sunlight outside the window.

This afternoon, I went out to buy a cake. The city was still a little quiet, the traffic was still not bustling, but there was no 'traffic jam' as such. We eagerly await the city's awakening, but we also fear it awakening too quickly. We are full of contradictions beneath the gloom – we miss the bustling noise of the past, but we fear the unknown virus. Just as Marxist philosophy states, this world is fundamentally characterized by opposing unity. But when will 'unity' arrive?

In the evening, I opened my computer to write something, but I flipped open the photo album compiled by my grandfather. It contained four video segments. I desperately tried to figure out that my grandfather's life was simply the four video segments left for me after forgetting who we were. I've been regretting it – I never had the chance to pay my respects, but when I re-experienced his familiar voice today, I cried with sadness, but also with the determination to move forward.

Beneath the gloom, we must live and move forward. When all this is over, I will take him to see a more beautiful world, because his blood still flows through me!