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我们还有多少未来
A defender hides his resolution to the utmost extent. An attacker demonstrates his power by all spheres. —— Sun Wu
Unconsciously, I'm already 31, dancing to the rythem of “heading to 40”. But how futile I am that I'm still desperately engaging in the cause should have been done when I was young in such an old age —— reading, learning, running. I'd rather elaborate this sort of lifestyle as mourning for the failure in student era than as “I'm a knowledge vulture”.
I was numerously claimed by the provocative chorus “You have glorious future ahead of you”, whereas I'd prefer to ask myself, “How many futures do I still have?”
Last week, I was ordered to accomplish a mission for two months, Anshan the rendezvous. The sudden order made me lost. I have been away from my hometown for 10 years, few chances existed to go back, and even never crossed the threshold of the city since 2011 Spring Festival.
It is the Anshan city that contained too many memories of mine: family, friends, schools, all happiness and melancholy deeply etched on my mind. All above, I'm unwilling to confront. But I'm soberly aware that the moment I set my feet on the soil, I'll be immersed in the surges stages one wave after another of those old melodies popping into my eyes.
Anshan, the city initiated the vangard of so-called future, reshuffled with future stifled when coming back.
My parents divorced in the corresponding period 10 years ago, merely 2 months before Gao Kao. And ASYZ? Hua Yu? For me, they are no longer familiar. My friends? Scattered throughout the country.
Back to Anshan, or rather going to Anshan, just like a tramp struggling in an extremely unfamiliar city which seems to be familiar.
When I was a student, the greatest failure is that I didn't apprehend the intrinsic meaning of study, although I had always been doing everything I can. However, years of diligence and perseverance didn't help me evade the humiliated Diao Si destiny which denotes the pejorative connotation of “poor, ugly and twobility”, moreover, cling to it as I'm getting older.
A defender hides his resolution to the utmost extent. An attacker demonstrates his power by all spheres. Sun Wu's philosophy illustrates more substantial in life than it championed originally in military.
I used to be active, aiming that my panoramic of world could be shared with friends. But what displayed are luxury cars, villas, going abroad, I eventually discovered that I, Diao Si, am not qualified to be a high-profile “attacker”.
Well, it's OK to be a low social hierarchy Diao Si, thus I can get my mind straight in my own tranquil kingdom, seceding from infamy of grim reality.
It's scrumptious to be a low-profile “defender” quietly.
Survivor, 2013-03-13, Air Force Base
Unconsciously, I'm already 31, dancing to the rythem of “heading to 40”. But how futile I am that I'm still desperately engaging in the cause should have been done when I was young in such an old age —— reading, learning, running. I'd rather elaborate this sort of lifestyle as mourning for the failure in student era than as “I'm a knowledge vulture”.
I was numerously claimed by the provocative chorus “You have glorious future ahead of you”, whereas I'd prefer to ask myself, “How many futures do I still have?”
Last week, I was ordered to accomplish a mission for two months, Anshan the rendezvous. The sudden order made me lost. I have been away from my hometown for 10 years, few chances existed to go back, and even never crossed the threshold of the city since 2011 Spring Festival.
It is the Anshan city that contained too many memories of mine: family, friends, schools, all happiness and melancholy deeply etched on my mind. All above, I'm unwilling to confront. But I'm soberly aware that the moment I set my feet on the soil, I'll be immersed in the surges stages one wave after another of those old melodies popping into my eyes.
Anshan, the city initiated the vangard of so-called future, reshuffled with future stifled when coming back.
My parents divorced in the corresponding period 10 years ago, merely 2 months before Gao Kao. And ASYZ? Hua Yu? For me, they are no longer familiar. My friends? Scattered throughout the country.
Back to Anshan, or rather going to Anshan, just like a tramp struggling in an extremely unfamiliar city which seems to be familiar.
When I was a student, the greatest failure is that I didn't apprehend the intrinsic meaning of study, although I had always been doing everything I can. However, years of diligence and perseverance didn't help me evade the humiliated Diao Si destiny which denotes the pejorative connotation of “poor, ugly and twobility”, moreover, cling to it as I'm getting older.
A defender hides his resolution to the utmost extent. An attacker demonstrates his power by all spheres. Sun Wu's philosophy illustrates more substantial in life than it championed originally in military.
I used to be active, aiming that my panoramic of world could be shared with friends. But what displayed are luxury cars, villas, going abroad, I eventually discovered that I, Diao Si, am not qualified to be a high-profile “attacker”.
Well, it's OK to be a low social hierarchy Diao Si, thus I can get my mind straight in my own tranquil kingdom, seceding from infamy of grim reality.
It's scrumptious to be a low-profile “defender” quietly.
Survivor, 2013-03-13, Air Force Base
善守者藏于九地之下，善攻者动于九天之上。——孙武
不知不觉，已经31岁了，就此步入“奔四”行列。很没出息的是，这么大岁数了，我却依然在做本该年轻时做的事：读书，学习，跑步。与其说自己好学，倒不如说自己是在为学生时代的失败埋单。
我曾无数次听到这句话：你还年轻，未来很美好。可是现在，我却该问问自己：我们还有多少未来？
上周接到命令，到鞍山执行两个月任务。这突如其来的命令让我有些茫然。离开家乡10年，鲜有机会回去，2011年春节后，就再未踏上那片土地。那座城市承载了我太多的回忆：家庭，朋友，母校，一切的欢乐与痛苦，清晰如昨。这一切，我很不愿去面对。但我很清楚，只要踏入鞍山，这些往事都将现于眼前。
鞍山，未来的起点，如今重返，物是人非，没有未来。
10年前的这个时候，离高考两个多月，父母离婚。一中，华育，早已不是我所熟悉的母校。我的朋友，也已在全国各地。回鞍山，不，应该说去鞍山，更像是一个流浪汉，到看似熟悉却非常陌生的城市讨生活。
读书的时候，最大的失败是没有领悟什么是真正的学习，虽然一直在尽我所能。然而，多年的勤奋与坚持并没有使我摆脱屌丝的命运，反而随着年龄的增长，真正成了“穷丑挫”了。
善守者藏于九地之下，善攻者动于九天之上。比起军事，孙子的哲学似乎更适合生活。
我也曾经活跃，希望能和朋友分享我的视野。但我发现人们更喜欢展示的，是豪车，别墅，出国。看来我这屌丝不适合作“善攻者”。
也好，做个社会地位低下的屌丝更自在，远离现实的丑陋与纷争了。
做个低调的“善守者”挺好。
不知不觉，已经31岁了，就此步入“奔四”行列。很没出息的是，这么大岁数了，我却依然在做本该年轻时做的事：读书，学习，跑步。与其说自己好学，倒不如说自己是在为学生时代的失败埋单。
我曾无数次听到这句话：你还年轻，未来很美好。可是现在，我却该问问自己：我们还有多少未来？
上周接到命令，到鞍山执行两个月任务。这突如其来的命令让我有些茫然。离开家乡10年，鲜有机会回去，2011年春节后，就再未踏上那片土地。那座城市承载了我太多的回忆：家庭，朋友，母校，一切的欢乐与痛苦，清晰如昨。这一切，我很不愿去面对。但我很清楚，只要踏入鞍山，这些往事都将现于眼前。
鞍山，未来的起点，如今重返，物是人非，没有未来。
10年前的这个时候，离高考两个多月，父母离婚。一中，华育，早已不是我所熟悉的母校。我的朋友，也已在全国各地。回鞍山，不，应该说去鞍山，更像是一个流浪汉，到看似熟悉却非常陌生的城市讨生活。
读书的时候，最大的失败是没有领悟什么是真正的学习，虽然一直在尽我所能。然而，多年的勤奋与坚持并没有使我摆脱屌丝的命运，反而随着年龄的增长，真正成了“穷丑挫”了。
善守者藏于九地之下，善攻者动于九天之上。比起军事，孙子的哲学似乎更适合生活。
我也曾经活跃，希望能和朋友分享我的视野。但我发现人们更喜欢展示的，是豪车，别墅，出国。看来我这屌丝不适合作“善攻者”。
也好，做个社会地位低下的屌丝更自在，远离现实的丑陋与纷争了。
做个低调的“善守者”挺好。
善守者藏于九地之下，善攻者动于九天之上。——孙武
不知不觉，已经31岁了，就此步入“奔四”行列。很没出息的是，这么大岁数了，我却依然在做本该年轻时做的事：读书，学习，跑步。与其说自己好学，倒不如说自己是在为学生时代的失败埋单。
我曾无数次听到这句话：你还年轻，未来很美好。可是现在，我却该问问自己：我们还有多少未来？
上周接到命令，到鞍山执行两个月任务。这突如其来的命令让我有些茫然。离开家乡10年，鲜有机会回去，2011年春节后，就再未踏上那片土地。那座城市承载了我太多的回忆：家庭，朋友，母校，一切的欢乐与痛苦，清晰如昨。这一切，我很不愿去面对。但我很清楚，只要踏入鞍山，这些往事都将现于眼前。
鞍山，未来的起点，如今重返，物是人非，没有未来。
10年前的这个时候，离高考两个多月，父母离婚。一中，华育，早已不是我所熟悉的母校。我的朋友，也已在全国各地。回鞍山，不，应该说去鞍山，更像是一个流浪汉，到看似熟悉却非常陌生的城市讨生活。
读书的时候，最大的失败是没有领悟什么是真正的学习，虽然一直在尽我所能。然而，多年的勤奋与坚持并没有使我摆脱屌丝的命运，反而随着年龄的增长，真正成了“穷丑挫”了。
善守者藏于九地之下，善攻者动于九天之上。比起军事，孙子的哲学似乎更适合生活。
我也曾经活跃，希望能和朋友分享我的视野。但我发现人们更喜欢展示的，是豪车，别墅，出国。看来我这屌丝不适合作“善攻者”。
也好，做个社会地位低下的屌丝更自在，远离现实的丑陋与纷争了。
做个低调的“善守者”挺好。
不知不觉，已经31岁了，就此步入“奔四”行列。很没出息的是，这么大岁数了，我却依然在做本该年轻时做的事：读书，学习，跑步。与其说自己好学，倒不如说自己是在为学生时代的失败埋单。
我曾无数次听到这句话：你还年轻，未来很美好。可是现在，我却该问问自己：我们还有多少未来？
上周接到命令，到鞍山执行两个月任务。这突如其来的命令让我有些茫然。离开家乡10年，鲜有机会回去，2011年春节后，就再未踏上那片土地。那座城市承载了我太多的回忆：家庭，朋友，母校，一切的欢乐与痛苦，清晰如昨。这一切，我很不愿去面对。但我很清楚，只要踏入鞍山，这些往事都将现于眼前。
鞍山，未来的起点，如今重返，物是人非，没有未来。
10年前的这个时候，离高考两个多月，父母离婚。一中，华育，早已不是我所熟悉的母校。我的朋友，也已在全国各地。回鞍山，不，应该说去鞍山，更像是一个流浪汉，到看似熟悉却非常陌生的城市讨生活。
读书的时候，最大的失败是没有领悟什么是真正的学习，虽然一直在尽我所能。然而，多年的勤奋与坚持并没有使我摆脱屌丝的命运，反而随着年龄的增长，真正成了“穷丑挫”了。
善守者藏于九地之下，善攻者动于九天之上。比起军事，孙子的哲学似乎更适合生活。
我也曾经活跃，希望能和朋友分享我的视野。但我发现人们更喜欢展示的，是豪车，别墅，出国。看来我这屌丝不适合作“善攻者”。
也好，做个社会地位低下的屌丝更自在，远离现实的丑陋与纷争了。
做个低调的“善守者”挺好。
