Essays: If, Years Flowing Like Water
——A year of time, a year of life, a year of heart; life is not only one color, and time does not always walk on a straight line.
——Epigraph
If water flows through the years, fleeting moments may wash away our expectations or obscure our past desires, yet the old times behind us are the steps we took together, both of us.
Dare I ask, do folded days collect memories, always clinging to certain moments of time, or are the idle, leisurely words on yellowed paper merely the fleeting whims of time?
If a silver bowl holds snow and the moon conceals a white egret, then life is a graceful, contemplative affair amidst worldly chaos, then the mutual understanding forged through years of hardship and shared experiences, isn't it also defined by the quiet moments of dawn and dusk, where emotions are calmed and settled?
Life is always a step by step journey of learning; life is always an inch by inch understanding. A journey, a realization, on the road of life, the unknown will be taught to you by time, your pain will slowly fade—slowly walk, even if the years flow like water.
