The only thing that would be different would be you. Not that you’d be so much older or anything. It wouldn’t be that, exactly. You’d just be different, that’s all.
重游旧地是很奇妙的体验，同样的人，在不同的时间，回到同样的地点，时空错乱的感觉，惊喜惆怅混杂。我们常站在时间的角度考虑，重心放在多少年过去了，用一个数字以及数字带来的容颜的改变来shock自己，其实经塞林格这么说，恍然大悟，重点也许不是时间，而是不同，不论是过了两年还是十年，最触动我们的，是离开环境这么久，我们变成了如此不同的人，时间越久，更像是换了一个人，这种惊诧感，才最让我敬畏。彼时，我见到城市里那些工厂员工的宿舍楼，隐约闻着那种工厂的味道，那是进步的标志，此时，我从新修的环城高架上看到的仍然是那些小区，却已经成为了落后被淘汰的标志。彼时，我走进医科大学吃饭，羡慕着路上提着水壶打水、坐在草地上谈情说爱的大学生，幻想着自己的大学生活，此时，我看到的，会是比我年轻的人们。
Goddamn money. It always ends up making you blue as hell.
We used to be taught to think less of money. The money should be put at the lower priority and if you want to praise it, the money must be combined with some higher personalities or charitable use. it's said that money can's solve all problems whilst it could solve most of them.
The sooner you approach starting your own family, the more help money could bring you. To work at the capital means buying an apartment is so much difficult. Once you try to imaging your future life, you'll bump into the terrible face of buying an apartment.
You want to have a steady living place, your partner want a nice living place more. Even an old apartment in the central zone would depress her. You need your parents to help pay the down payment which hurt their fortune level or financial flexibility. After all you can't make everyone happy, you just make everyone unhappy. And at this moment, you don't wonder what's love and whether there's love between you, it's nauseating already. Wondering these is a waste of time. Go to enjoy your own life.
The terrible part, though, is that I meant it when I asked her. That's the terrible part. I swear to God I'm a madman.
We try to act as honest sometimes while we can't help being honest sometimes. We trapped and misguided ourselves then we don't even know the truth. That's a strange point. What's the most important is that those moments often change our life path.
It wasn't too bad when the sun was out, but twice-- twice--we were there when it started to rain. It was awful. It rained on his lousy tombstone, and it rained on the grass on his stomach. It rained all over the place. All visitors that were visiting the cemetery started running like hell over their cars. that's nearly drove me crazy. All the visitors could get in their cars and turn on their radios and all and then go someplace nice for dinner-- everybody except Allie...It's not too bad when the sun's out, but the sun only comes out when it feels like coming out.
雨打在地上的描写很带感，家乡也有雨打材吉利的说法，爷爷下葬的时候下起了很小的杏花雨，田野上空荡荡但土壤已经苏醒。
