đź‘‹ O troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.
Thoughts feeds itself with its own words and grows.
Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.
We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who are you so silent?
Dear Huanhuan, “If you were Charlie, would you choose to undergo the surgery?” you asked in your last letter. At the time, my answer was no—ignorance is bliss. But after reading most of the book, I’ve begun to reconsider—this time, through the lens of love. In the first half of Flowers for Algernon, I had always believed that Charlie’s mother, Rose, was the only person in the world who truly cared for and loved him. I even mistook his father Matt’s calm demeanor for indifference. When everyone else had given up hope that Charlie could ever become “normal,” I was moved by Rose’s relentless determination—whether she was scolding Charlie, pleading with doctors, or arguing with Matt. ...
Dear Zhuzhu, Recently, my work has started to slow down. I really love this grounded feeling of focusing intensely to finish tasks and then leisurely sending emails. Today is Friday, and we’ll be seeing each other soon. Just thinking about it makes my heart play Like Sunday, Like Rain uncontrollably—haha, I’ve been completely obsessed with this song lately. I want to share with you a book I just finished: Flowers for Algernon. By the end, I was sobbing uncontrollably, secretly shedding “little pearls” again. ...
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Dear Sister, Seeing the tears in your eyes made me realize how deeply saddened you are by Mom’s decision to move to Shuicheng. But it seems there’s nothing we can do. We’re constantly pushed forward by life’s unavoidable circumstances while trying our best to make the most of it. We’ve grown accustomed to being children, unwilling to face the separation of our big family, and wanting to keep it intact. You’ve always been the one who spent the most time with Mom and Dad, so of course, you’re also the one who finds it hardest to let go. ...
Dear Zhu Zhu, It’s been a long, long time since I last wrote to you. Recently, we read Mr. Lao She’s “On Writing” together, but my flaws and habits still need improvement. I hope that each letter I write to you from now on will show a little progress! This letter has taken a long time to write, and the longer I spent on it, the more I wanted to add new things. So, just take a casual look at it. ...
Is There a Stop Button for Life? Without relying on any external forces. On a Saturday evening, I was strolling down the street with my partner when I received a call from my dad: “Your grandmother isn’t doing well. I’m taking leave tomorrow to visit her.” Later that night, my mom also tried to video call me. My phone was on silent, and by the time I noticed the missed call, it was almost 11 PM. When I called back, she didn’t answer. ...
The place where I live is an old residential complex. There are no elevators, and the windows offer absolutely no soundproofing. There are a couple of cats nearby—or to be precise, I’m not even sure how many there are. The cries of these cats are utterly terrifying. Sometimes they sound like the wailing of a baby being scolded by its parents, and other times like the hysterical cries of a schoolchild who has committed some grave mistake. Hearing these sounds alone at night is quite horrifying, not to mention how they disturb one’s peaceful sleep. It always makes me pause and try to discern whether it’s really a cat or a person making those noises. ...