The Temperature Is Starting to Drop
Translated from Chinese by AITap a paragraph to see it in 中文
AI summary
Walking in the rain on a suddenly colder evening, the movies watched and the melody ringing in the mind weave together reflections on growth and change. Autumn is here, and people are quietly changing too.
I went out for a walk in the evening both the day before yesterday and today. At the exact same time and place, a moderate rain began to fall, forcing me to start walking in the rain. Yes, the temperature is starting to drop, and I can feel autumn again.
It just so happened that I recently tracked down and watched two movies, Midnight in Paris and A Rainy Day in New York, which felt quite fitting for the occasion—though walking alone in the rain can hardly be called romantic.
I didn't use to know how the books I've read and the movies I've watched affected me—it was something vague that I couldn't quite put into words. Re-watching Midnight in Paris this time, a sense of certainty arose in my heart that I have indeed been influenced by them. Perhaps this is one of the positive changes that experience and wisdom have brought to me.
Not so many years ago, I held the extreme view that people shouldn't change too much, or at least shouldn't make a complete 180-degree turn in their attitude—how naive. Now I feel that people only grow when they change.
At the start of the holiday, when my mother contacted me, the topics she brought up were barely any different from the last time, or the time before that. It has been a long time since I felt any shift in her views; she agrees with this herself and doesn't mind it at all.
Of course, we shouldn't expect anything from our family. In fact, wanting anyone to change is a sign of an immature and unhealthy mindset. It's just that I haven't yet reached the state where talking about any topic or spending any time with my family is a pure pleasure.
While taking a shower, a melody suddenly rang in my mind:
If we never learn, we been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets?
The bullets.
After thinking for a minute or two, I finally remembered the title of the song. Then I started wondering why I suddenly thought of this song, especially since I was clearly humming a different one while showering. Perhaps there is no reason at all. Or perhaps there is a sudden yet hidden thread of connection—that the temperature is dropping.