Moments to Remember
Recently I have gradually picked up my old habit of getting up early, followed by the belief that morning is the best time of a day. Droning away on the bed would be a huge waste of time. It is a fulfilled feeling to read a bit, jot down new words, comb thoughts in repose, and do some writing, in the sedating morning
moments.
In the back of my mind the felicitous feelings, elicited by the brittle air of the campus , the inspiring hemming reading sounds, and the wealth of knowledge dancing along the books at my hand, were still there. Those feelings were all related to morning time, a time when early birds, no longer satisfied with nestling, came out to the open air to twitter about, jovially fly about, and anxiously
look about with thrill. Penetrated with promise, hardly any time but morning moments could be thus influential.
Roaming about on the tessellated pavement, you would feel everything was so refreshing; and you heart was throbbed with the thankfulness for life to grant you the reflective and peaceful moment. All the obligations foisted on you strolled quietly away from your heart. All that remained there to accompany you was only the intriguing vast world of knowledge. It opened the door for you, led you about
, and allowed you to drink in its juicy streams to your full satisfaction.
Morning time was always the most productive time for me. When my roommates were
still resting in their dreams and the whole dormitory hallway was penetrated with nothing but stillness, I would step quietly out of the building, ride across
the stone bridge, whiz through the school gate, and stop at the scanty-peopled pavements to read open another new day. It might be not the most wonderful moments I have had in my life. It is surely the most unforgettable.
When being asked what the feeling of school life was, I always reminiscently responded with the word fulfilling. And when doing image streaming and being required to take a mental picture of the most composed time from my memory, I always
took out those morning reading moments. Being a student then, there was not really much to worry and fidget about. Most of my time hence gave prominence to knowledge pursuing. Among it morning bestowed the most productivity: My mind was never thus alert and receptive, whereas knowledge never thus generous.
In one’s life there are always moments for one to reminiscent upon. It may be an accidental meeting which later turned out to be prominent; it may be an apparently random decision which ended up becoming a turning point of one’s whole life; or it may be just some piggy bank reading time which, when adding up, nevertheless gave you the most pleasure. For me, my morning hours in school were the third: They might seem trivial and unimportant if treated separately; but adding
up it’s they that built up my restless aspiration for knowledge, which my whole
life simply could not do away with.
