I love you, my faithful body.
You sensed my happiness and joy and captured my melancholy and sadness. You tell me with bulkiness to pursue the pleasure of lightness.
I love you, my rebellious thoughts. You have cursed my cowardice and betrayed my ordinariness. You tell me: either mediocre or excellent.
I love you, my emotions. From affection to love, from love to responsibility, you go from simple to rich, from rich to simple. You say you can't see others suffering, you say you can't hear your lover driving a horn, you're afraid of startling pedestrians in a hurry, you say that life is really hard, enjoy it in time... However, you guard your dreams and be strict with yourself. You say, you are a role model. You say you never want to shed tears in front of your child, but the tears seem to flow exclusively for him. Affection is heaven, you weave a beautiful sky, but also under the sky, free wandering.
I love you, my life. From student to teacher, from teacher to person ladder. Work enriches life, and life is gorgeous because of work. Watched over the fields, drove the sparrows, cleared the weeds; through the wind and rain, lightning and thunder. You are happy and growing up with other people's children. Work makes you forever young.
I love you, my soul. There is no great joy and great sorrow, but it is better to count the ups and downs of great people and enrich their lives.
I love you because, you are me.
You are a daughter and a mother.
I love you, my father. You are the source of my life, and I have never left you in the days when you left me. My veins are bleeding from you, and I am your continuation. Your hearty laughter echoes in my ears all the time; In my spare time, in the mirror, my sideburns also gave birth to white hair like yours. Never dreamed of you because you've always been with me.
I love you, my son. You are my continuation, whether you are clumsy or clever; whether you fail or succeed. You are all my sons. One day, you will miss me as much as I miss my father, and will you be like me? Deeply in love with herself, which is no longer young.
The sun sets, but the grass grows and warblers fly.
The red sun has not gone, but the moon has come.
I can't stop spring from going to autumn, but I know that tomorrow is better than today.
I just want to live vigorously in this moment, no matter where to go, no matter who to see. The places I'm going to are hometowns I've never met. What was before is now is now. I can't choose how to live and how to die; but I can decide how to love and how to live. This is the freedom I want, my golden age.
——Wang Xiaobo's "Golden Age"
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