News Network2014New Year’s greetings
Fang Yuanfei
Chasing the wind against the sun is like a horse's handsome bones; when you are looking for a dream, it appears in the Jiawu Festival. Brushing aside the hair from your ears on this not-so-cold winter day, we meet you face to face. This is2014year1month30日, New Year’s Eve of the Guisi year of the lunar calendar.
Looking back on the past2013, Mr. Mao, we watched you sweat like rain, we watched you write miracles, we watched you grit your teeth, we watched you brave the wind and waves, we watched you enjoy your wanton youth, we watched you travel thousands of miles away. We watch you, listen to you, write about you, cheer for you, we are you. We have been walking with you for eight years now. Eight years is both long and short. We have walked through the cold winter and through the spring, walked through the desolate cold and also enjoyed the brightness. The years are passing by, leaving behind the dreams made in the changing years, whether bright or dark; time is not old, we grow more and never stop chasing dreams.
When you look into your eyes, you see the turbulence of the University of Shanghai and the glory of a century; the things you haven’t seen yet are the light lit in front of the screen in the long night, and the words jumping on your fingertips in the dead of night. Eight years have suddenly seemed like a dream, but my heart is still the same after eight years. Now that the Year of the Horse has arrived, we will walk with you towards the next tomorrow.
What night is this? What I love, what I dream about. Because of attachment, because of dreams, and because of unwillingness to surrender, people grew spines and courage, planted roses and rice, wrote poems and wrote laws. Therefore, we finally saw people with black skin walking into big white houses, and finally saw the fighters against apartheid being mourned by the whole world. A century-old dream, it’s Sino-Japanese War again. A hundred years ago, the storms and clouds were turbulent, the iron fire was splashing, and the excitement a hundred years ago was for the dream of a nation. But today, a hundred years later, we are waiting for every dream of yours. The pen casts the emotion, and the firepower is passed down from generation to generation. This is a belief and also a kind of persistence.
Perhaps we cannot give you a promise of immediate success, but we will be here, with the sun so close to the horizon, and a new beginning so close before our eyes. Together with you, in the vast unknown, in the seemingly uniform change of day and night, we will rush towards every tomorrow.
We will be here, with each of you, to use dreams to clear away all the haze covered by disappointment, to use dreams to crush disappointed hopes, and to use cooled passion to build a solid dream together with you.
The love of the son is here, and I am dreaming; the dream of the son is here, and I am guarding it; You cannot give up the pursuit of the young man, and you cannot let down the dream of the young man.
