Gradually the team ballooned to more than ten people, with regular hikers being around 8 to 9 people. The growth of the team brought along vitality as well as divergence. Individuality invariably instills differences. Some like to stick to the old trail, while others prefer to blaze a new one. To some hiking is more of an exercise, and to others more of a scenic pastime. As Theresa May said in her farewell speech, life depends on compromise. So does a team. We know how to compromise, alternating old with new, democracy with autocracy. The exploration of new valleys exposes us wider to the nature in the vicinity: a small- scaled red clay valley carved out of barren ridges, waterfalls hidden in the depth of the valley, imposing sedimentary rocks and hollow caves testifying the geologic past. Animals, plants and flowers, known or unknown, are presented to us in their rarity or abundance. The grass on the other side of hill does look greener.
Tagging ourselves as “Overseas Intellectuals” (yang cha dui), who are away from hometown and native land, we share much commonality. We while away three-hour hiking at ease, talking everything under the sun, from world affairs, to grapevine news. Happiness doubles in their company, and comraderies are developed as a result.
However, nothing in this world lasts forever. The love, the passion dwindles over the time, and is gone like the wind in the end. With the departure of our core members Mr. A, Mr. C and Ms. J, who moved to New York and to Northern CA for the new jobs consecutively, our team began to fall apart. However hard we tried to revive the team, people started to ask for sick leave, vacation leave or absence without reason. It is always easier for a team to collapse than to build up. Later, I tried to look for a new team, or simply hike on our own. I joined a sisters’ team for a couple of times. When chanced to meet another big team, we were wavering at its late start of 8:30 am. Maybe it is an excuse, like the excuses of the snakes and kneel pains, but the fact that we also stop completely speaks volume of our sagging sentiment.
Nevertheless, memories hold. The joys are gleefully missed. They stay deep in our heart and mind, never to be forgotten.
回複 '7grizzly' 的評論 : Right, I kind of know you. I enjoy being solitary too most of time, especially when we grow older, and now that we can converse online, friends no longer play such an important role as before. American companies ask a lot for team work, which is not my cup of tea:) Thanks for liking the pictures. Somebody shall be glad to hear that:) Have a great new week!
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See that's why I often prefer doing things alone. I used to miss the social part but ended up discovering things on my own and it was a quiet victory.
照片拍得好藝術,非常喜歡。每周照片都是一個美麗的故事。暖冬,你細膩的描寫牽動我的心,享受你登山的快樂同時,也體會你們登山小隊解散的惆悵。 仔細一想,其實能在一起登山那麽長時間,也真是有緣份。因為今年不同尋常的雨水,我這兒的山上依然有野花開著。特喜歡讀你的英文版。暖冬,這句讓我感到不已: " Nevertheless, memories hold. ?The joys are gleefully missed. They stay deep in our heart and mind, never to be forgotten." 希望你和你的某人一起過一個非常有意義的獨立日。
Gradually the team ballooned to more than ten people, with regular hikers being around 8 to 9 people. The growth of the team brought along vitality as well as divergence. Individuality invariably instills differences. Some like to stick to the old trail, while others prefer to blaze a new one. To some hiking is more of an exercise, and to others more of a scenic pastime. As Theresa May said in her farewell speech, life depends on compromise. So does a team. We know how to compromise, alternating old with new, democracy with autocracy. The exploration of new valleys exposes us wider to the nature in the vicinity: a small- scaled red clay valley carved out of barren ridges, waterfalls hidden in the depth of the valley, imposing sedimentary rocks and hollow caves testifying the geologic past. Animals, plants and flowers, known or unknown, are presented to us in their rarity or abundance. The grass on the other side of hill does look greener.
Tagging ourselves as “Overseas Intellectuals” (yang cha dui), who are away from hometown and native land, we share much commonality. We while away three-hour hiking at ease, talking everything under the sun, from world affairs, to grapevine news. Happiness doubles in their company, and comraderies are developed as a result.
However, nothing in this world lasts forever. The love, the passion dwindles over the time, and is gone like the wind in the end. With the departure of our core members Mr. A, Mr. C and Ms. J, who moved to New York and to Northern CA for the new jobs consecutively, our team began to fall apart. However hard we tried to revive the team, people started to ask for sick leave, vacation leave or absence without reason. It is always easier for a team to collapse than to build up. Later, I tried to look for a new team, or simply hike on our own. I joined a sisters’ team for a couple of times. When chanced to meet another big team, we were wavering at its late start of 8:30 am. Maybe it is an excuse, like the excuses of the snakes and kneel pains, but the fact that we also stop completely speaks volume of our sagging sentiment.
Nevertheless, memories hold. The joys are gleefully missed. They stay deep in our heart and mind, never to be forgotten.