The Train of Life (2012)

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2012年5月，我的姥爷生病入院，7天后，他永远离开了这个世界。时间带走了悲痛，却留下浓浓的回忆，弥漫在我的世界里，让我怀念，让我留恋，让我难以释怀。

有人说人生就像一列永动的列车，有人上车，有人下车，每停一站，都是一次死亡的洗礼。同行的亲友下车了，死亡带走了他们的肉体和灵魂，而我们却记住了他们的生命所实现过的价值，或平凡，或伟大，或朴实，或华丽，那是一条有血有肉的生命线条。或许死亡在这一刻被赋予了更加深刻的含义，它让生者思考，反省，选择，重新定义生命的价值，重新面对还未走完的人生路，书写着生命的川流不息。

这首作品献给我的姥爷。当我踏上开往秋天的列车，我会不时地回忆起，姥爷陪我走过的二十三载岁月。

In May 2012, my grandfather fell ill and was hospitalized. Seven days later, he left this world forever. Time has taken away the pain, but it has left behind rich memories, permeating my world, making me nostalgic, making me linger, making it hard for me to let go.

Some say life is like a perpetual train, with people boarding and disembarking, and each stop is a baptism of death. Our companions, family, and friends get off the train; death takes their bodies and souls, but we remember the value their lives achieved—whether ordinary or extraordinary, simple or splendid, each is a vivid lifeline. Perhaps death is endowed with a deeper meaning at this moment. It prompts the living to think, reflect, make choices, redefine the value of life, and face the unfinished journey ahead, writing the continuous flow of life.

This piece is dedicated to my grandfather. When I board the train heading towards autumn, I will often recall the twenty-three years my grandfather spent with me.