It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way--in short, the period was so. far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. 

再次读到狄更斯的这段文字时，心中的一些疑惑释然了不少：也许我们生活的这个时代就是最好的时代，也是最坏的时代。

也许不必过于纠结与一些表象，忠于内心的自我，按照自己的方向，走出一条路来，就好。

很久没能静心的读一些精品文字了，网络让我浮躁了不少。