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Wednesday, February 27, 2008, fine|
The short spring speeds by. As mid-summer is upon, flowers begin to fade. The lively campus is getting quiet. The only flower which still stays on the tree branch is especially attractive.
Once I was deeply drawn to one yulan magnolia which stood there alone with its edge turning a little yellow and dry. Its appearance suggested its whithering in one day or so, but in the sunshine it still stood firmly, trying to show us its beauty and elegance. Though dying, it left a brilliant impression on me, which made me think a lot.
With the growth of my age, I’ve experienced the saddest parting of my grandparents, and I’ve heard of more and more death of the colleagues of my parents, my elderly relatives, several classmates, or some acquaintances. Whenever I heard of the sorrow news, I would feel unrest for a while, sighing life is short. Once in a while, I would think of myself and my cloest relatives, my parents, my sister, my brother, my hubby, my daughter and so on. I know we are destinated to be parted, but I can’t even stand the thought of it. How can I bear that? I’d like to pass away before any of them rather than live to see any of them go by. That’s why Song Mei-ling(宋美玲) said her long life was a punishment by God. Do you think so?
That’s one reason. Another reason is that I can’t imagine the suffering of loneliness which my six-year-old niece knows. The other day we celebrated my mother’s birthday together. After we all drank to the health and long life of my mother, my niece said calmly, “Grandma, how lonely you’ll be if you live that long after we all leave.” We all laughed to tears. It’s so simple a truth that even a little child understands. Sad or happy?
Anyway, I wish all of us would live or die like the last yulan.