7/17/2016
日子过得好快，转眼七月中了。这个周六去参加了一个同事的葬礼，61岁，腮腺癌。当我看到他八九十岁的老母亲从纽约送来花圈上的“爱子”两字时，顿时泪奔。白发人送黑发人。葬礼上还遇见一个已经离开公司的同事，六十多岁，告诉我，她丈夫昨日回来，跟她file a divorce，惊愕之余，不知如何安慰。又想起近日遇见的另一位朋友，47岁，鼻咽癌四期。感慨万端。
昨晚在微信里看到, 说今日是头伏，虽然从不过这个节日，想起前几日写的茴香草一文，竟一时念起，做起了茴香饺子和韭菜饺子。外面又是大太阳，不高兴再开车出门买绞肉，就用冰箱里的肉，剁了点肉馅，又将后院仅有的一点韭菜，茴香剪了，加了大白菜，揉了面，做了一顿饺子。这是一顿以素为主的饺子，茴香因为已经开花了，老了点，香还是挺香，绝对不难吃。不过相比之下，韭菜馅的好像更好吃些。
这个周末就快过去了。明日又是周一。日复一日，年复一年，日子重复地过着。如果人的寿命能有100年，一生也只有三万六千五百日，更何况生命如此脆弱，人生如此无常。我们活着的，就该珍惜每一天，哪怕日子过得极其单调乏味，哪怕世事并不顺心如意。
It is mid-july already. Time flies like an arrow. This weekend i went to attend a co-worker's funeral, who died of cancer at the age of 61. It saddened me to tears when I saw the flowers sent from the NY mom to her "beloved son". I met another co-worker who has left the company. She told me that her husband came back yesterday to file a divorce with her. She is in her early 60s. Shocked to hear that, I stood there, lost for words. Recently, an old friend, who has been absent from the weekly Bible studies for years, showed up one night, only to tell us that he is diagnosed with nose cancer, stage 4. He is only 47 this year!
Somebody posted in the Wechat that today is the beginning of the first hot period of summer, and the tradition is to eat dumplings in the north. Curious of how fennel dumplings taste like, I made dumplings from scratch in the afternoon, to celebrate the season and to cheer myself up a bit. I made two different kinds of fillings, one with chives, and one with fennels. It is my first time to eat fennel dumplings, and they are not bad at all, although to me, chives' taste a bit better.
If a human being can live up to 100 years, that translates to only 36,500 days. With each day passing by, we literally have one day less to live on. Life is transient. Let's hold on to each day tightly till the time we have to let it go.
