爱在冰雪纷飞时

Snow Falling on Cedars. Here are some thoughts I had when I saw it many years ago at the fourth floor of Beida's library, the small closet called video collection and refreshed yesterday when I saw it again. Snow Falling on the Cedars Snows falls silently on the cedars, on the beach, on the young mind of wild children. The cold rain, the wave, the dead fish on the shore, the conceivable future without mercy falls on the young shoulders which are not yet prepared for the pain, the separation and even for mature love. The old man said, people have to be able to run out of the net of obsession, for it be power, money, prejudice or even, love. Could we? The young mind asked while their voices echoed the uneasy winds roaring on the coast; Should we? The young mind asked while their voices disappear in the shadow of the war. People see their youth years when they are dying, the pure happiness they used to have and lost, unfortunately, forever. The pain is not from within, but from without. The cedars stand still in the ageless forest and observe everything and utter no words. They understand the enormous potential of love and hate of human being and the unchangeable shift of seasons. They say no words but they communicate all in silence. A young and gentle mind can not leverage the world which is overwhelmed by hate for difference for decades, centuries and ages. The tears purify individual heart but the snows clear up the whole world. In emptiness, he heard the eternal voice call upon him again and again: wandering is your fate and no home for you at this world! A gentle heart is to be sacrificed as the guiltlessness is to be trailed. Go, as you still can since wandering is your fate and you are doomed to be alone! Snows falls silently on the cedars, on the beach, on the young mind of wild children. They smiles, smells, and then smashed by the snows! Then a new season begins as the start of another life cycle.