It
almost seems that I am digging in an architecture of hundred years of history,
tracing the memory that nearly has been forgotten, and wiping off the dirt that
has covered on all the layout merticulously. When I entered the blog, the ‘5
weeks ago’ on the right told me that all had past. I pretended to be as curious
as before, and started examing every blog in the first page with a child’s
eyes. However I tried to recall my life in group 7, the name once I was most
familiar with at last belonged to the past. Like the posts that haven’t been
finished will remain as ‘Draft’, all the past that we have spent together has been
condensed into the pictures in our camera, handwriting in our assignments and
celluloid of the movie in everybody’s mind.
Am
I too sentimental now? Those sages, who at every stage of their lives, in
different languages and with disparate feelings constantly expressed their
emotions, shared the common sigh towards the glorious sunset, which was the end
of a day and though would be replaced by another sunrise, never appeared again.
As the promising generation, we should keep eyes forward. But when I caught
even a slightest glimpse of the blog we ‘fostered’, a little bit sorrow would
still burst into my mind.
Bridging
Course, farewell.
It
is not that I accidentally clipped on the browser and plunged into our blog. It
is that I got the idea to write such a farewell post to set a memory for us
even before the English class came to the end.
Writing
does take inspiration, which is ephemeral. We may share the same experience
that once we let go the time we feel like writing, we could hardly find another
time to make up. Now is the time, for tomorrow will be late.
Friends
let us cross the road
Prepare
to take a sunshine bath
‘But
it sounds a bit odd
For
you see we are quite old’
‘To
know just close your eyes’
‘I
smell the fragnance of the orchids
‘I
feel the shade of the evergreen
‘I
hear the songs of the sunbirds
‘I
taste the warm of the breezes
‘And
we see the house we have ever been
‘I
remember it was a low building
‘Yeah.
It looked like a cozy villa
‘It
made English ever interesting
‘And
my fellows were fantastic being
‘And
teachers, helped us hold a gala
‘We
can never be back to the days away…
‘Oh…
Maybe we have indulged too much…
‘But
isn’t life a breathtaking play
‘We
go feeble, memories doesn’t decay
‘They
exist as they existed ever such
2012.7.5
