I was running, running all the time, running until I was drenched in sweat. But they were all flying, overtaking me effortlessly. So I stopped wearing myself out running and began to fly effortlessly too, forgetting the road beneath my feet.
Numbness
I once exhausted myself fighting for better grades, argued with my deskmate over a problem until my face turned red, and went out with my closest friends, laughing without a care in the world. And what had become of me? Every day, I spent several classes playing on my phone. I either left my homework undone or copied it carelessly. I turned on the computer, logged into QQ, and then spent ages staring blankly at the screen.
In The Legend of Wukong, Sun Wukong, who wreaked havoc in Heaven, could do anything, and tried to immortalize his heroic figure in legends for countless ages, died. Zhu Bajie, who clung to love with innocent devotion, who would rather endure the torment of reincarnation than forget the lover he cherished across lifetimes, died too. I thought I had died as well. We had all become Sha Wujing. That tamed Sha Wujing who understood the ways of the world and knew the rules of the game inside out, who knew only how to pursue a goal, never how to question its meaning.
Ignorance
I had always liked to lament that my youth was being wasted in boring classrooms instead of being spent doing something earth-shattering that would shock the world. I envied the wild, dazzling youth depicted in films: risking everything for your brothers, fighting and killing; falling into an unforgettable romance; hopping on a bicycle and setting off for distant places whenever you pleased. Only now did I realize how ignorant I had been. That kind of youth belonged in