October. We count time in months, yet time flies so fast; before we know it, the year is almost over. It's hard to believe that what seems like a long life is actually just a blink of an eye. Just yesterday we were carefree, running and playing in the rain with our friends, and now we sit here reminiscing about the past with regret.
The words "October" echo in my head, yet they carry so many unspoken feelings. Looking back on the past year, I realize I haven't achieved anything significant, and suddenly the year is over. Year follows year, season chases season. Time waits for no one. That's why people often reminisce about the past, with regrets and longing. But no one can resist the laws of time; whether we like it or not, days keep passing, and we can't turn back time. Some say, forget the past, no matter how beautiful it was, and live for the present and the future. If you want a future without regrets when looking back at the past, live well today. God is fair; everyone has 24 hours a day to work, to love, to enjoy… regardless of wealth, age, or gender.
October. Hearing the birdsong in the garden, heralding a new day, stirs a feeling of longing; another day has begun. Time cannot be held back. Everything in this world revolves around day and night. Some things in life cannot change; we must adapt ourselves. Adapt or be eliminated. To rise, we must face challenges. To succeed, we must experience failure. Overcoming our own fears opens the door to success. We must walk that path alone. No one can help us but ourselves. Our strongest enemy is ourselves. Our greatest fear is ourselves. Our greatest strength also lies within ourselves. We ourselves decide what our lives will be like, whether we succeed or fail.
October. I can already feel the chill hidden in the morning mist, in the night breeze. I wake up startled in the middle of the night, my limbs numb with cold, suddenly remembering that it's late autumn and no longer hot and humid. This year the weather is so unpredictable; even in October, there are still long, drawn-out days of rain. The sky seems to be wrapped in a brown blanket, lazily refusing to wake up. Without the sun, without sunshine, the air becomes melancholic and chilly. I feel most sorry for the women and mothers selling their wares, who have to sit patiently waiting for customers even when it occasionally rains. Without selling their goods, how will they make ends meet? On rainy days, the streets suddenly become hurried. Everyone rushes home, rarely stopping to quickly buy some vegetables for their evening meal. The sad faces along the road haunt my mind. Deep wrinkles etched on their foreheads. The postures of people sitting huddled together, somber…
October. A clear white áo dài (traditional Vietnamese dress) glides by. Two friends are chatting and laughing so happily. School days suddenly come flooding back in my memory. The old school, the old teachers, the close friends—where are they now? The days of cramming for exams. The nights spent staying up late, eyes drooping, still trying to study. The pages of autograph books pressed with butterflies made from bright red phoenix flower petals… Where are they now? Only memories remain. Only endless regret.
Perhaps the student years are the most beautiful time of our lives. A time of carefree innocence, before the burden of making a living weighed us down. A time filled with dreams, even the most far-fetched and surreal ones. A time when we begin to yearn for someone, our hearts racing at the sight of them from afar. A time when we start writing diaries, recording secret thoughts we can't share with anyone. Oh, that precious time, we will always remember it and never forget it.
October. A bright, full moon shines in the night sky. Even though it's already the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is still so large and round. Tonight there's no rain; the bright moon lingers on the porch. The laurel tree is subtly blooming, its sweet fragrance filling the air. The moonlight shimmers on the leaves in the garden, giving it a mysterious and captivating beauty that makes one gaze at it endlessly.
Looking at the moon. Looking at the tranquil night garden. Looking back at my life. Suddenly, I realize that through all these years, the moon remains my most faithful friend. When I'm sad, it visits, listens to my feelings, soothes my sorrow, and comforts me by caressing my hair and shoulders. The moon, though far away, is very close. People, though near, are very far. The moon, though distant, understands my heart. People close by can never fully hear my innermost feelings. Tears fall and mingle with the gentle moonlight, creating a shimmering, pearly liquid. Both joy and sorrow are equally beautiful. Sorrow helps me grow. I embrace both sadness and joy in life. I accept both suffering and happiness. I grow older every day. I grow older every day. Only the moon remains eternally young, eternally listening to the vicissitudes of life…
October, please slow down! I'm not ready for the Lunar New Year yet, not ready to turn another year older. Autumn is still so gentle, the autumn weather is still so mild and cool. The autumn sun is still delicate, the autumn moon is still so big and round. October, please slow down!
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