Time is like a horse passing by, so it’s fleeting. You lose it before you have time to cherish it. Looking back, there were only some beautiful memories, which makes us linger on to them.
What made me truly feel that time was changing was my return to China on this occasion. Because of Covid, I did not return to China for a whole year, nor did I meet with my mother for a whole year. When I first saw her as I returned to China, I felt an emotion that I had never come across before. It was very complicated. It contained wistfulness and happiness, but I think it was more melancholy. My mother is nearly sixty, but I never felt that she was old before, because she always takes care of everything alone, washing and cooking…. she has never complained about being tired or not, and even gave me the illusion that she will never grow old, but this time as I saw her, looking at her face for a long time like i’ve never seen it before, wrinkles, age spots, these traces of time appeared one by one on her face, like I don’t even know her anymore! Can one year, just one year, really bring such a big change to a person? Even if I want to deny it, a living example is right in front of me. At that moment, I admitted with a sigh that she really was old. This emotion filled my heart. I wanted to cry, but no tears wanted to flow down.
Maybe every kid had slowly learned to understand and tolerate. Understanding that people will eventually grow old, and to tolerate that everyone will change.
In the second week after returning to China, the head teacher in my prep school called everyone in our class and our parents to organize a reunion party. I was very excited at first, but when I got there, everyone sat on their chairs silently, checking each other out, and when their eyes met, they just smiled awkwardly. Occasionally I would provoke some topic, but it ended very quickly as we just can’t carry on the conversation anymore. I was very upset, thinking that they have all changed, but are they really the ones who changed? When I walked into the restaurant, their parents said that I had changed, become taller, and become more handsome. At first, I sneered, thinking that it was just a polite remark, but slowly I realized that maybe I really did change. But It’s not just getting taller or more handsome…
I have rarely contacted them since then because everyone will change with time, will become different, and time also will change along with us.