佚名/Anonymous
When I was tidying out my drawers I happened on a few diaries that I'd kept long ago. The writing showed a youthful, or rather childish hand. I casually took up one to have a look.
“Today the teacher announced the results of the term examinations. To my greatest surprise, I was ranked No. 5 on the list, the first time I've failed to achieve No. 1.I was so grieved that I wept bitterly and restrained myself from supper. I must punish myself for it is the greatest failure I've suffered in my life. It is also the most painful thing in my life that I should never forget.”
At this I couldn't help smiling. I could hardly remember what the actual situation was like. For more than a decade since then I've suffered lots of failures and painful things, any one of which is much weightier than an examination success.
Then I turned over to another page and read the following.____________
“I was very upset today. I wonder why Mum should have done so. Isn't she my Mum, my blood relation? I really want to leave her, leave this home. In a few days I'll take part in college entrance examinations. I'll apply for admittance to colleges or universities in other provinces far from home. When I go, I'll never come home again.”
This record astonished me. I tried my best to recall what mother did that annoyed me so much. But however hard I tried I still failed to call it to mind.
I glanced over several pages and the entries showed what was termed as“very grieving”,“very painful”, or“most unforgettable”things are nothing consequential, or even laughable from today's point of view. Then I put down one and picked up another. Opening it I saw on its title page the following.
To the one I love most:
Your love will keep me company all my life.
My love for you will never change.
It reminded me of someone—a vague image emerging before my eyes—the boy sharing a desk in class with me. I used to look on him as the whole of my life. But since we left school I've never met him again. I know nothing about him: where he is now or what he is doing. All I know is that his love doesn't keep me company while my love has already changed.