I prefer to use a calendar to a monthly calendar.

A thick calendar is a whole year. Every time I tear off a page, it opens a new page-a bright and open day-waiting for me to fill it with a smile. I like the unknown "tomorrow" behind every page of the calendar. I like that it implies a kind of hope. "Tomorrow" is the most charming word in life. The definition of life is to have tomorrow. Not as distant and empty as "the future". It's waiting outside the door. Go out of today and move towards a brand-new tomorrow. What will tomorrow be like? Of course, it's probably up to you. You are happy, it is a happy day, you are bored, it is a boring day, you are in a hurry, it is a hurried day; If you calm down, you will find that you can't change yesterday, but you can decide tomorrow. Sometimes it seems that you are passive and you are chosen by life. In fact, you are also choosing life, aren't you?

Every January, I hang a new calendar on the wall. When you turn it over, the bare paper slides across your palm, giving off the smell of ink. I am very happy at this moment. I can't believe how much I can do in so many days. The future days are like space, full of vitality and vastness, coming. I found that time is also a kind of space. Isn't history space? Isn't human life a long and huge space? "Tomorrow" comes one after another, isn't it like an empty room? That depends on what you bring. However, the space of time is intangible and untouchable. All the used days will disappear immediately, and there is no trace. Perhaps it is this that we will feel the rush and nothingness of the years.

I can't tear a page every day. Especially when I am busy, or when I come back from a meeting, inspection or visit, I see a few pages or more of the past days hanging there, dim, silent and useless; Calendars that have been lifted by time are like waste paper. However, when I take this used day of dié down, I often don't have the heart to throw it away, but put it in the gap of the bookshelf or in the middle of the photo album. Like fallen leaves picked up from the ground. They are the leaves in my life!

Don't forget, we spend every day on this page-by-page calendar.

I remember 1976 Tangshan earthquake, the pavilion where I lived was completely destroyed by the earthquake. My family of three crawled out of a hole like rats. When my legs stood bloody outside the hole, I felt as if I had escaped from the fingers of death. Two days later, I borrowed a camera from my friend, climbed up my shabby building where wolves bite dogs and gnaw at ruins, and got into my room-there was no roof. I filmed the horror of my fate. I want to write all this down. I clearly know that this is my unique experience. At this time, I suddenly found a calendar hanging on a broken wall-the date on the dusty calendar was the day of the earthquake: 1976, Wednesday, July 28. I reached out and carefully tore it off. Now, it and the photos I took at that time have become unforgettable treasures in my personal life history.

From this, I understand the meaning of the calendar. This is a true record of our life. In the sense of "invisible writing", a calendar is a diary. It invisibly records what I encounter, face and experience every day, as well as my own reactions and actions, what else has changed me and what I have changed.

However, most days of life are repetitive-repetitive work and interpersonal relationships, repetitive things and the same things are hard to remember. So most of the page numbers on our calendar are monotonous. When I think about it later, it seems empty. Then, we come across a very important topic about people-memory. People are heavy, wise and rational because of memory. More importantly, memories are unique. Because memory rejects mediocrity. Everything you remember is pure and very personal. All individuals are unique "cases". Memory is like an artist. In our minds, we describe our uniqueness. Do you take your uniqueness seriously? Broadly speaking, the real value of spiritual things lies in its uniqueness. Whether it is people or culture. Memory depends on the carrier. The memory of a city remains in its historical blocks and buildings, and the memory of a person is in his photos, articles, old songs and calendars.

However, people can't just be passively remembered, and we also need to create memories with actions. We should use emotion, loyalty, love, responsibility and creative work to write the calendar of every day. Keep this day deeply in my memory. Don't we have the ability to enrich and enrich our lives, with depth and weight?

For this reason, every time in the last few days of the year, I refuse to pull the calendar again. I always keep these last pages. This may be due to the instinct of life. I don't want to spend all my time. You will laugh at me and ask me, can you save the day like this?

Just like the best way to preserve grapes is to turn grapes into wine; The best way to preserve the years is to try to turn them into eternal poems or scrolls.