I met a friend who was a partner in the last Long March riding the bicycle to Inner Mongolia last summer holiday, which I told you before. He told me that they would choose the members to take part in this march this weekend as before to climb the YaoXiang slope.
When I was back the classroom, I couldn’t force my attention on my book any more. The pictures within the Long March flashed in my mind. We all ate together, sleep together and do everything together. We treated each other like brothers and sisters. We were so happy and built the deep friendship. It has been carved since then.
When I heard the news, I found that I was completely old and had to retire from this big family. The association belongs to the new degeneration, and it will develop more powerful depending on them. I am happy to see that our career is inherited, with sadness it will leave far from me, although it is belong to me completely.
A person in the history river is so chickenshit. Though he is so great, once he disappears from this world, and maybe people never remind him. Look back the history, innumerable people come and go, and how many names we remember. The human being is so powerful during the animals, and we are the highest level, but we are still the animal and will never conquer the nature. We are like a drop in the ocean, so small and so fragile in face of the nature. I think the earthquake in SiChuan demonstrates it vividly. What we should do and we can do is that we treat the nature harmoniously.
What should I do? I take a tumble that it is important to grasp very minute to manage in life and treasure belongs to live now.
