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善待暮年 Treat the old age of yours with care
Like the blooming and withering of the flower, the ebb and flow of the tide, unconsciously we are approaching the old age of ours. Throughout the first day we came to the world with a cry, till the days of gray hairs crawling along our temples, all kinds of grievances, sweetness, bitterness, and poignancy are filled in the luggage of time with them we have been travelling. In the wake of the time elapsed, how much farther can we go in the last sunset hinges upon our physical condition and mental attitude. Time was when we all had, to some extent, glorious moments of our own, but they are all done right now. When the glory have faded away, everybody should return to his or her daily life, for after all everyone is just an ordinary person. Variety is the spice of life, as the saying goes, and once we all had yearned for a life like that; but at last we found out that the most fascinating scene of a life is the calmness and composure of our inner selves. We all have eagerly expected to be recognized from other people, but eventually we will realize our own world is purely ours, having nothing to do with others.
Today, the wave of gray hair has swept across the country, having made the ratio of senior citizens in our societies higher and higher, and the burden of young people heavier and heavier. Dear fellow aged friends, why don't we avoid rush hours as to alleviate the pressure of public transportation, and why don't we interact with young people in the ways of mutual understanding, mutual care, and mutual respect? Don't expect anxiously that your children would often return their parents' home, for they have homes of their own and business to tend to; they are like a spinning top, never stops. They have old and young to take care of: the old is like "sunset", while the young is like "sunrise", and people always care more about and expect more from the sunrise than that of the sunset. That is the law of natural evolution and propagation for all creatures, being without any exception and violation to the rule. Remember this, young guys are always busier than old ones.
Everyone is an independent identity of a life which is different from others', no matter their interrelationship are husband and wife, parents and children, and regardless of how cordial and compatible they may have been with one another. Hence, we must learn how to give ourselves consolation when we lead a solitary life, give ourselves warmth when we face the time of loneliness. We have to maintain our vigor of old style and our elegance in old presence, just like the glorious flowers in spring and the sold fruits in autumn, having their own grace bearings amid the changing of seasons. Old age is the begining of the end, but the end of a beautiful life, a state of composure, tranquility, ease, and leisure. May we all have a peaceful mind with lesser expectation and more tolerance, without disturbance of honor and disgrace from outside, or concerns of our destiny. Let's move along with smiles and treat the old age of ours with care.
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