The Day the Wind Blows—A Letter to Myself
My was spent in military service and political circles, drifting through the mist of bureaucracy and the tides of commerce.
All due to misjudgment of people and a fondness for alcohol, my final journey was marked by ups and downs.
Before the epidemic, I lived in a state of confusion and uncertainty!
However, fate bestowed upon me a blessing; after a month of seclusion and cultivation, I finally found the solution to my troubles. The difficulty was not to be feared, but to lose direction, purpose, and responsibility was truly frightening.
Yesterday's rainfall inspired me to write, but I delayed it until February 20, 2020, when I finally put pen to paper, adding another layer of meaning!
Let's set off again, like a valiant warrior's determination to fight on even in old age.
Fortunately, I've developed immunity to hardship, and even though the road ahead is long, I remain myself – a courageous warrior!
Responsibility and health will be the main themes for the second half.
Everything. I will strive to do my best, admitting inadequacy is a lack of ability, and giving up is a matter of attitude. I will succeed, I will return to myself – the spirited, youthful dreamer!
Cherry blossoms in Wuhan, the fragrance of magnolias in Yangzhou, and the sweet scent of lilies in the Guangxi region – all have faded with the wind. My beloved family and friends are all in my hometown, and the misty mornings make it hard for me to leave.
A small flower thrives in the distance, and a vast ocean stretches out even further. Both fill my world with spring colors, the rising sun, and aspirations.
Therefore, I will reclaim the softness of young grass, review my journey, shoulder responsibility, and proceed lightheartedly into the days to come!
February 20, 2020
