Raising the hand is spring, falling hand is autumn, and between this rise and fall, there is suddenly an indescribable pain in the heart. That kind of unspeakable pain is the helplessness of being abandoned by youth, and the reluctance to be washed away by the years. In the similar years of loss and imminent departure, inadvertently, the rings of the year have quietly painted my face with a faint imprint of the years, adding to the wind and frost of the years.
Childhood is a dream, youth is a song, youth is poetry, then middle age is a novel. Looking at the face in the mirror, nostalgic for too much reluctance in the heart, suddenly looking back, the person is middle-aged. The heart is full of too many gentle thoughts, warm, and spends the vicissitudes of the world between the similar sun and moon, and sees all the prosperous red dust. We always think that time will wait for us, allowing us to start all over again, to make up for the shortcomings of life, and we do not know that time will never return.
No matter how many days of sincerity and enthusiasm we have poured into it, in the end it is only such a shining moment, leaving only a wisp of sweet fragrance in life. The changes in life between the years are ordinary lives, small things that are too ordinary, but they are piled up into wonderful stories, activating and touching the real life and soul of ours, and the days are inadvertently quietly traveling away.
When we can no longer recognize those déjà vu years, it is as if it is difficult to say that the breeze once kissed our faces. Some things cannot be repaired in time and space, and some landscapes are actually only suitable for long-range viewing. Sometimes, the illusory may be more beautiful, and life is in the hope and disappointment, complete the mature transformation.
When people reach middle age, a word of enlightenment condenses a thousand words of life, understands the vicissitudes and helplessness of the world that is invincible and cold in the heights, and is powerless to turn the tide, so they unconsciously learn to laugh and see the prosperity of the world. Calm the mentality of life, do not seek undesirable, do not seek unattainable, and settle down with the encounter. Everything goes naturally, learn to be grateful, do things without regrets, no longer expect flashy dreams, no longer desire the romance of fine wine and coffee.
When I touch the plainness of real life with my heart, I will truly feel that only down-to-earth plainness is true! Learn to gently touch the meaning of life, leisurely write a few paragraphs of text to yourself or friends, life experience and experience has been polished out of a mature posture, in the afternoon tea, the wind settles the fragrance of flowers, enjoy a mature life of a kind of beauty.
In life, dreams are not long enough, but we need dreams. Love always hurts, but we always remember it. The rain is beautiful, but we still like the sun after the rain. Friends are not always around, but I have never forgotten you.
Life is like a river, the left bank is our unforgettable memory, the right bank is our brilliant years worth holding on, and the middle is the joy and sentimentality of our years and years of light experience. People only really taste it in middle age: light life is very pure, light flowers are very fresh, light sky is very high, light friendship is very true, light love is very drunk, light sorrow is very clear, light loneliness is very beautiful, just so faint a little past, present, and future, the picture of life is gently depicted, painting the sky, painting the earth, painting the mountains, painting the water, painting the tears that fall, painting the unfolded laughter, all with that faint brush, with that faint color, paint the best state of life, paint the regretlessness of life.
When people reach middle age, they are intoxicated and quietly watch over the happiness of life and years! ....