[b][color=Teal]大面博士说：Life is full of fictions.Sometimes,It's ideal to live through one's life with mind'eyes shut..Truth and Reality?It makes no
difference now to draw a line between..I am wrapped in my shell,tears
within,but it's warm and safe.Gibran said:who knows why the most vulnerable and soft animal has the hardest shell...It's mystery of Mother nature..I
like Gibran's wording:
"Remembrance is a form of meeting.''I can't figure out the precise meaning
that reside in his philosophic thoughts.To me,they are all the incarnations
of Sphinx..I can't interpret them..So,what on earth do I cling to ?
The beauty of language,the sensational delight derived from the mere reading.It's fabulous...
Every book is a castle,or a labyrinth,each reading experience
is gropinga way out,though I can't seek the exit eventually,I am contented
to be inside,the intricate structure of the maze simply take my breath away by its grotesque and mysterious air...The glamorous and enchanting life is a myth and untouchable dream for me,so I can choose to live it in my mind,in
my heart..Wouldn't it be admirable and enjoyable as well..Self-deception is
the way to make me more comfortable with what I own .Happily,I still hold
fast to a bit of timeless message of the dream...It's ok..everything will be ok..
Today,I went to the library.
I feel attached to it,yet I know that I have
disengaged from it since I removed everything out.I felt at a loss.It's a
kind of ecstacy when I am able to map out my memory here an integral part
of my life in campus and I don't waste much time in other trivialities.I am
proud of it.But,I felt the sting and pang as well when I knew that old good
time has vanished and never gone back..I do cherish every fragment of memory
there.The library has taken on a new look inside.I am a stranger now to its
management and arrangement.However,my hands swept through the voluminous
books row by row,my heart leapt high and drifted into another kind of
neverland.......I am a has -been...
Sometimes,I imagined myself standing
aloof among the crowds in front of the library and smiled heartily ,
waved goodbye to him in silent and hopeful gesture .
The hazy lamplight,
the impulsive and commited doorkeeper uncle who never lost any chance to
capture those rule breakers and play hide-and -seek game
with reckless us to enliven the scene,
the riotous study-fighters scrambling for a seat ,
the careless whispers that stirred the tranquility of those pilgrims that caused their icy and indignant stare back,
the engaged and whole-hearted dreamers…………
I remember,remember……[/b][/color]