Thought Essays ⁽¹³⁷⁾

Waking up early and opening the news, I saw that the floods in Henan Province had killed more than ten people; my mood instantly sank. May the deceased rest in peace, and may their families find solace. From the news videos and pictures, this flood…

Yesterday in Singapore's Lianhe Zaobao I read a report that Jameel, chair of the scientific advisory group of the Indian SARS-CoV-2 Genomics Consortium, had resigned. Although Jameel would not state his reason openly, in a May 13 op-ed for The New York Times summarizing India's…

Among the Dowayo people of Cameroon in Africa, the polite greeting when meeting is as follows: “Today, is your sky clear?” “Very clear. And you?” “My sky is clear too.” People in the English-speaking world greet one another like this: “How are you?” “Fine, thank…

On January 6, 2021, Washington time, the U.S. Capitol was occupied by protesters incited by U.S. President Trump; four people died in this riot. This is something unprecedented in the United States in nearly two hundred years, and the world was shocked. This is also…

The world is not perfect; evil is often difficult to punish, justice is difficult to uphold, and the fate of warriors is mostly tragic. But those warriors who uphold justice are exactly the people I deeply admire from the bottom of my heart. Although out…

On a weekend morning I read at home, with dozens of potted green plants before my eyes, some in full bloom, and the winter sun falling warmly on me. My heart is both tranquil and faintly joyful; I am infinitely content with this kind of…

At the opening of his book The Art of Living, Lin Yutang wrote: "The Chinese philosopher is a man who dreams with one eye open, a man who observes life with a blend of love and ironic detachment, a man in whom selfishness and benevolent…

"No clouds obscure any quarter, / On every side all is clear and bright. / A gentle breeze wafts fragrant scents, / A hush falls over all the hills. / Today is perfect joy, / Casting off this frail and brittle body. / No anger,…

My son has chosen mathematics and physics as his life's work, rather than medicine as his mother and I had hoped. At first I felt quite regretful, but thinking of my own life, which I have always lived according to my own interests, I felt…

On the evening of Saturday, September 19, I discussed with my son: "Where shall we cycle tomorrow? Shall we go deep into the mountains of Mentougou to see the autumn scenery, or go to Tongzhou to pay respects at Li Zhuowu's tomb?" My son, who…