Immortal Youth is translated by Zhang Bao

My brother was a wise man, and he always liked to say that young people never think of death. Yes, being young is a timeless feeling that can make up for many shortcomings. Young is like an immortal god.

For young people, half of their lives have passed away in a hurry, and half of their lives are like endless treasures saving for their future. Because there are no boundaries and we don't have any restrictions on our hopes and desires, we see the future as our own.

We have a vast and boundless prospect ahead of us.

Because the words young, death and aging mean nothing to us, just as we don't care about the loss of air. People who come here have a lot of life experiences, but should that be a reason to be responsible for young people? The sick feeling that we are "living a magical life" is actually very ridiculous. When we embark on a pleasant journey, do we gaze eagerly ahead?

Cheer to the beauty in the distance!

As we move forward, we still can't see the end of the scenery, and new things will continue to emerge. At the beginning of our lives, there are no limitations to our life choices and life trajectories, and we indulge in satisfying all our opportunities. There seemed to be no obstacles in our path, and we didn't feel any tiredness, and the road seemed to be smooth sailing and unimpeded. We grow up in a new world full of life, movement and progress, feeling the youth and vitality that exudes from ourselves, without the slightest sense of how we will be abandoned by the process of natural change, gradually aging and sinking into the ground. Obviously, this is an abstract emotion of our youth, a consciousness of belonging to nature and identifying with nature, so to speak. Our intellect and experience are insignificant, while our passions are surging. It can easily lead us into a belief in immortality.

Our short lives have an inseparable and enduring connection with the existence of reality. One does not feel cold, bored and separated during the honeymoon. When we were babies, we smiled and slept, always staggering in the cradle of our waywardness and fantasies, lulled to sleep peacefully by the messy noise and noise around us. We gulp down the water from our cups when we are hungry and thirsty, and although we don't want the water in our cups to spill out, because we drink too quickly, we will inevitably spill the water in our cups. There are so many things around us, and the desires and desires of our hearts are very strong, and there are so many things that haunt us every day, do we still have time to think about death?

Translated by Zhang Bao, a love letter

Pain will stay with us forever, but it's not a good companion. I tried to find an explanation for this, but in the end I felt pain. I can't help but miss you. You have so much to give to me and share with me. Even when I was young, you were radiant and strong-backed. You've always been there for me and watched me grow up. Whether I am laughing or crying, you are guiding me so earnestly that I have learned and understood a lot. Looking at your gray hair and clumsy glasses, I would watch you think intently and look deep, and a sudden smile will make your face brighten. That's what I love about you, your smile. I thought I missed those moments with you.

Many years have passed since I saw you again. For a moment, I felt like you weren't in my life. I wanted to cry, but I knew you were there, like you had always been there, except that the black hair had turned gray and a presbyopia frame was worn in front of me. Despite this, his eyes are still good and his mind is still sharp. You taught me to live strong and live for my dreams. Your thirst for knowledge has taught me to love learning. Always tell me that knowledge is something that is eternal and unchanging.

You are so strong, so wise, and your expressions are always full of comfort. I've always loved being around you. You always hug me when I fall. I've never liked crowds, you always seem to understand, never force me to be around anyone else, or pretend to be happy. I threw away all the books you taught me to read. Whenever I think of the things you taught me. The books you taught me taught me a lot about the world. You always love books. You're silent, you never say much, but I can remember the words we've said every time we've been together. You always seem happy to see me, just as I feel happy every time I see you. I still remember your tearful cheeks and the smile on your face. My pain lasted longer and tried to hold on all the time, hoping that you would get through it. Just like you are a strong person. Grandpa, I love you.

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