Ten Years of Correspondence Between Two Ordinary Women

- Editor's Recommendations -
Women... Growth... Life
Two late bloomers find solace in the world of words, documenting a shared decade in this way.
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Editor's Note:
To add any more words to a book like this would be gilding the lily. It's already so good, so good that it feels not written, but lived. The following passage is a blend of the two authors' voices, their tribute to each other, which also serves as a perfect gift to the readers of this book—
Thank goodness I have someone like you to talk to, otherwise I wouldn't know who to tell. Thank you, not because you are my direction, but because you are a reference point in my life. We are parallel, you accompany me and also remind me. I love you.
- Synopsis -
Two ordinary women, almost soulmates, yet one is the antonym of the other: one is as lively as the other is quiet; one is as thick-skinned as the other is shy; one is as easygoing as the other is sober and stubborn. These two individuals met during their fulfilling and long student lives and inexplicably added a filter to each other that lasted over a decade without shattering. After graduation, one lived in a small town while the other sought a career in a big city, only to unexpectedly discover that the gains and confusions in this world are indeed much the same. Thus, these two late bloomers found solace in the world of words, documenting a shared decade in this way.
This decade was a decade of realism. We experienced graduation and job searching, civil service exams, childbirth, career changes, relocation... and, growing old together, we also penned one hundred and twenty chapters of inner drama in quiet moments.
In these ten years, tears did not turn into pearls, but time was not entirely squandered either. One cannot possess time and simultaneously understand its current meaning and solution. Precisely because we cannot possess it while also losing it, our dull minds cannot clearly compare the difference between these two. Amidst rapid changes, we can only continue to move forward, without even the energy to explore the meaning of these possessions or losses. Fortunately, we left behind these words. In the torrent of life, to stand still for a second, to look at the past, to look at oneself, is also meaningful.

2025-07-01

上海文艺出版社

Chongguang relire, eons

436

9787532192991