Dispirited years

Author: Zhang Yiwei
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Publish Date: 2005-02-01
Features: Sometimes, I feel time has a blooming posture; delicate and lazy, mysterious yet painful.
Sometimes, I feel life is like an image, with a sense of falling, and a bewildered hesitation.
Sometimes, I feel the accumulation of a year is like the entanglement of reality and dreams, unable to distinguish truth from fiction, or count the overlapping spaces.
I couldn’t see clearly when I held such words and wept, I had long lost sight of what was right or wrong. I could only faintly sense the author’s emotions, faintly touch the pain deep within someone’s heart. I didn’t want to look, or rather, I didn’t want to look until after I had. Because only those who have experienced can truly empathize.
Once, I understood right and wrong but didn’t understand love. So I fiercely hated Snow White’s stepmother, with no time to spare for the prince who came to save her.