Age accumulates the past minutes and seconds and carves into everyone's forehead and at the corner of the eyes.  Today, I was working on the family albums and there are pictures more than twenty years old.  Those I consider plain now look magnificent because on every face is written the character, "young".

I found out how I felt about time, so different from how I felt twenty years ago.  At that time I was writing a short story called "The Enchanting Dusk." It is a story about a fifty-three year "old" woman.  Twenty years later, I think a lady can only be called "old" when she is more than seventy years.  As we grow older, we have new views toward life and new interpretations.

I thought about the past.  I had lost some and gained some.  I thought about tomorrow.

I remembered an overseas Chinese composer who had written more than four hundred songs.  Someone had asked him, if he was going to a deserted island, which songs of his would he bring with him  He said he would only bring a blank paper because his best work is yet to be written.

Looking toward tomorrow, every one of us can have beautiful expectations.

年齡堆積著逝去的分分秒秒，刻畫在每個人的額際、眼角，由不得自己。今天，我整理相簿，看到二十年前的照片，當時認為照得不漂亮的，現在看起來每一張都很好看，因為臉上寫著年輕。

我發現自己對於歲月的感覺，二十年前和現在居然不同，那時，我寫了一篇小說〈動人的黃昏〉，寫一位五十三歲老太太的心境，二十年後，我認為七十三歲才能被稱為老太太。年齡增長，對生命的體認，又有另一番詮釋。

想過去和未來，以往有許多失落，也有許多獲得，至於明天？

我記起一位作了四百多首樂曲的國外作曲家的話，曾經有人問他，假如要到一個荒島上去，要帶哪幾首最滿意的作品？他回答只願意帶幾張白紙，因為他認為最好的作品永遠是明天寫出來的。

展望明天，我們都有著最美好的期待。