远大前程

Sometimes good things are like sand in your hand, slipping through your fingers, the more you want to catch them, the faster they go. It seems that beauty and transience are brothers, and no one can separate them. Love in the passage of time, some will slowly dissipate into a handful of memories of the sand; Some are like seeds buried in the ground. After countless nights of darkness, they break through the earth blocking the light with their bodies, emitting endless vitality. Dickens's arrangement of PIP's love ending is benevolent, but not necessarily realistic. The author's heart is full of infinite expectations for beautiful love, but the reality is neutral, without any compassion. But when PIP and Estella emerge from the ruins of their acquaintance, it seems that we have followed PIP through the flames of a mountain of knives and a sea of fire, and finally come to an uneasy love. In real life, young people do not know how to love, do not know how to cherish. When the years will be young impetuous swept away, leaving a profound thinking on life. "Great Expectations" and "Love in the Time of Cholera," after all, are novels, and in real life, there is no such coincidence. Most of the time, important people and things in life, missed is missed, can not look back. After several decades, I can only sigh and lament for the past, leaving only sentimental memories of the past. That kind of pain in the washing of time, slowly into a painful understanding of life, infinite nostalgia for life, the memory of the filled with nostalgia. Life to go forward, life will be from birth to death, without hesitation. "Great Expectations" is the hero's great future, which has no outstanding achievements in the world. Some are ups and downs of life, some are ups and downs of human sorrow, some are tough love for ten years, and some are loyal friendship. Life is like a wavy line, each person rowing a boat in countless waves and waves in the bottom of the changing life, but no matter the wavy line gorgeous or solemn and stirring, will finally be turned into a straight line, the name of the line is done: ordinary. All the flowers are gone. The beauty and pain of life turn into pieces of petals falling in the air, and finally embrace the vast land, forgotten by time. Great future, is a life to ordinary journey.