After reading Broken Chapters, I have a strange feeling, which lingers around me in a trance, but it is difficult to express. Is it faint and quiet? Or the sadness of separation? Or aimless leisure? No, neither. I suddenly felt the unprecedented peace, so I fell into endless meditation.
Suddenly I feel that I am the one standing on the bridge watching the scenery. Watching the changes in front of us, watching the joys and sorrows in front of us, sometimes excited, sometimes dancing, sometimes crying in front of everything. I am always happy and sad, looking for the world in my eyes.
What am I happy about? Why are you sad? What am I looking for? In childhood, these answers are very clear, very clear: I am happy because I love the teacher's praise or have delicious food and fun toys; Sad because of being criticized and bullied; What a simple and happy life it is to have a good partner to share sugar with! But what about now? I feel that I can't find anything that makes me happy, but my friends around me think that I am very happy every day, so I smile at them, but who knows that I lost myself in the smile.
Reading this poem makes me curious about life. Am I decorating other people's scenery? Is there anyone standing on a high place watching me become his landscape? In that case, if my joys and sorrows can also decorate other people's lives, even if I don't know whose life I decorated, at least I know that there is a scenery behind me that can make me happy. Although I don't know what the scenery looks like, although I am curious, I don't look back or explore, because I don't want to ruin the scenery in that person's eyes.