Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 3 2018 | Page 132

This is a special evening, to Ling it is the most beautiful time in her life. The sky turns dimmer and dimmer,
spreading shades of dusk that covered the earth. The misty side of the mountain is lightened by golden rays.
Not only sky and the earth surface, but Ling herself is covered in golden waves. Ling settled
down slowly, watching and enjoying this last light of the day. By and by this golden light faded and fainted.
The rosy tint vanished and the day cooled. Darkness gathered together and became thicker and thicker, the
night is coming. Ling crept through the soft ground and went into her tent, soon feel asleep. It is a long
night, but after a day of traveling, Ling slept deeply in her sleeping bag, not noticing that the sun has already
sneaked from the other side of the earth to here. Slowly, a strong beam of light shined though the tent and
straight onto Ling’s face. After a night, it’s another morning, another brand new start. However, this time
Ling didn’t get up. She slept there quietly and peacefully, and finally find the true shelter for her heart!
Ling’s dairy:
Today is another peaceful day in my life. I know that the time for me would not be long. However, my life
is a journey, the destination no longer bothers, what really matters is now! The believers went to the
Himalayas for faith, the same people repeat the same movement but with different view. They take it step
by step, kowtows by kowtows, every footprint they left is their religion. Sometimes we went too hurry,
ignoring many beautiful sceneries and things that truly belongs to us in the journey of life, so let’s slow
down the pace and watch carefully for those beauty around us. People are born by chance, but die for sure.
Why do we need to worry about things that doesn’t matter? Enjoy the life you have, do what you can,
because when you are at the end of life, there wouldn’t be regrets.