“
I just got my inspiration and it’s gonna be amazing!!!!”, the young man says excitedly.
“
You still don’t get it?! No one’s gonna read a kinda story about the past, they are not keen on the history,
just like you and me!! We don’t care about it at all. Can you get it now?!”, says the boss impatiently.
The young man then says, “Yes, you don’t care!!! But someone out there does care!!! You can’t be
blinded by what you have seen!! This generation has silent the voices of the last generation!! Can you still
remember why you are here today?!”, the young man says agitatedly. His face blushes as he wonders why the
man in front of him can be so heartless?! He walks out the office and goes back to his own seat. “No matter
what, I must speak out for them.” This few words echo in his heart.
The man writes day and night after day and night. The dawn has become the night and the night has
become the dawn. To him, there is no room for the silence anymore. Someone ought to stand out to be the
loudspeaker of the prayers otherwise the prayers being silent all the years may one day vanish, as they have
never been existed. Soon, no one will remember the pioneers of this country. He doesn’t want to be relentless
and feel the numbness towards this
place which is now being filled up with the intangible fame and fortune. He doesn’t want to enjoy the prosperity
of this country without bringing the old generation along. He thinks it is his duty to reveal the history clearly
rather than take it simply as a subject in school. In his heart, there is no gap for the hesitation, as he doesn’t care
if his book would be the best-selling one or not. He just wants the prayers to be heard, to be seen, to be cared.
Two months after the hard work, he finally gets that done. He talks to his boss again, and the heartless
man promises him he will take a look of it. After a few hours, his boss asks him to see him. The young man
doesn’t think much, as he doesn’t anticipate any appreciation from his boss.
“
Why you want to write this?!”, the boss asks.
“
To reveal the reality.”, the young man then says without hesitation.
“
Where did you get the story of the old man?!”, asks the boss curiously.
“
From an old war correspondent spending decades wandering around the street.”, the young man speaks
with a sense of sympathy.
“
The story is pretty touching.” The boss says and he then lights his cigarette.
“
You mean it’s going to be published?!!” says the young man surprisingly. The boss nods and taps on the
young man’s shoulder. As he seems to be touched by the perseverance of this young writer instead of being
moved by the story.
“
The Great Wall Of China”. This is the given name of the book. As to the author, the past generation is
the wall of this prosperous city. It is their tolerance; it is their courage; it is their striving, which bring us here
today.
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