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In the blink of an eye, like the fleeting shadow of a galloping horse, I
looked out the window and watched the fireworks set off by the "New Century"
hotel. It was then that I truly understood that New Year's Day had arrived,
and time had knocked on the door of a new year. Perhaps, as I put the
finishing touches on this article, I have already stepped into the shadow of
the cycle of life, where moments missed and moments that cannot be missed
intertwine and eventually fade away in the long tunnel of time, weathered
and scattered along its winding path. How long is a person's life? Roughly
speaking, it's about a little over twenty thousand days, and we spend half
of that time in the realm of dreams.
Only the remaining time is ours to freely manage, whether to squander or
to cherish each day. Some lament the brevity of time, some complain about
the fleeting nature of life, and some live in a drunken stupor, viewing time
as stagnant, thus giving rise to contradictions, opposition, and unity. The
dialectical materialism of two aspects teaches us that in studying the
development of things, we must see the main contradictions and the secondary
contradictions, and we must see the main aspects and the secondary aspects
of these contradictions. The emphasis is on studying the principal
contradictions and the main aspects of the contradictions when studying the
development process of complex things. This is how a person's life is,
employing your subjective initiative to contemplate your own life.
Yesterday was Zhuge Xiangxing's birthday, and my classmates sang a song
called "Tomorrow Will Be Better." It gently awakened my slumbering soul and
reminded me that the busy world remains relentlessly lonely. Let us sing
with passion and let our smiles be filled with youthful pride, anticipating
that tomorrow will be better. There was a time when we let our dreams soar,
giving them wings to fly to faraway places; there was a time when we planted
hope and nurtured it with unwavering enthusiasm... The ideals of youth are
like snails winding their way through the morning light. In our hearts,
there is clearly another pure land hidden, but we do not understand how it
can weather away into a lament only expressed in Song lyrics.
Everyone has at least one dream and a reason to stay strong. Without a place
for the heart to rest, everywhere becomes a place of wandering. In one
corner of the water, there is no yesterday, today, or tomorrow; in one
corner of the sea, there is no past life, present life, or future life. All
thoughts and discussions bloom and wither in an instant... Holding the ebb
and flow of time, burying past aspirations, we eagerly anticipate that
tomorrow will be better, at least we will become more mature and perceive
the subtle changes in this world. Time scatters in the calm lake of the
heart, causing ripples to ripple, and circles of hope outline the blueprint
of our lives.
What will tomorrow bring? Perhaps it will be sunny and beautiful, or perhaps
it will be rainy and gloomy, or maybe it will be stormy and raging.
Nevertheless, we still anticipate its arrival, hoping for it to bring us
surprises. Life is made up of countless unknowns. It is like a play on a
stage, with the difference being that there are no rehearsals in the
performance of life.
Carnegie once said that there is no solidified life, no ancient wasteland.
As long as we are filled with anticipation and have dreams, any despondency
will bloom into a magnificent wonder. We can create color where there is
none, sound where there is silence, and miracles where none exist. |
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In a fleeting moment, as I watched the fireworks outside the "New Century"
hotel, I realized that New Year's Day had arrived, marking the opening of a
new year. Contemplating the passage of time, I reflected on the interweaving
moments missed and moments cherished, fading away amidst the vast expanse of
existence. With roughly over twenty thousand days in a lifetime, half of
which are spent in slumber, the remaining time becomes a precious resource
to be either squandered or treasured. Some bemoan the swiftness of time,
while others complain about the brevity of life. Amidst these contrasting
perspectives, the dialectic of two aspects reminds us to focus on the
principal contradictions and main aspects when studying the complex
development of things. As I pondered these notions, I realized the
importance of subjective agency in shaping one's own life. Looking to the
future, filled with anticipation, I acknowledged that tomorrow holds the
potential for a brighter existence, one where we have grown wiser and
attuned to the subtle changes of the world. |
