Night sharing 丨 Bi Shumin: We are always envious of each other

Author 丨 Bi Shumin

When did I get old? I don't know. Just like from summer to autumn, people only think that the weather is getting cooler day by day, but they can't say which day autumn came. On which birthday did the "Li Qiu" of life begin? I don't know. The upper limit of youth's age is constantly increasing, and I sometimes think that it is all a trick played by elderly people, in order to cover up their aging, they always say that others are young.

Anyway, I feel like I'm getting old. When people ask me my age, I ask, "How old do you think I am?" "Pretending to be calm, I hope that others will say that the numbers will be slightly smaller than my actual age. If the person says it is too small, and secretly wonder whether the person is laughing at him. I began to look in the mirror more and more. Novels often say that young girls love to look in the mirror, but that's not true.

Young people do not have to look in the mirror, the world's envy of their eyes is the mirror, and it is the people who are about to die of youth who really begin to look at their own faces.

So I put all my energy into the kids. I remember one autumn morning, just after the night shift, I beat my spirits and took my son to the park. My son walked on the pebbled path, and he jumped forward with the tiles on the side of the road, throwing me farther and farther away.

"Take the flat road in the middle!" I shouted at him loudly.

"No! Mom! I like..." he replied without looking back.

I stood still, the words so familiar. Once upon a time, I said to my mother, "I like to walk on uneven roads." "How quickly it all passed! From what day did I start to slow down, and I complained more and more about the unevenness of the road?

This is conclusive evidence of aging. The years are irreversible and I will not be young again.

"Child, I envy you!" I was shocked. It was a real voice, coming from behind me, speaking very slowly, as if my brain had turned into a TV screen where anyone could read the subtitles.

I turned around. Behind her was an elderly woman, and there was no one else around. So, she envied me. I looked at her carefully, her hair gray and her dress ordinary. But she has a temperament, although she is thin, but there is a feeling of looking up. I looked at her in confusion, and I didn't know what I was admiring—a woman in a factory who had just left the night shift with a tired face.

"Yes. I envy your age, your age. She nodded lightly with her fingers, including the smaller and smaller figure of my son in the distance, "I am willing to exchange everything I have gained for your current age." ”

I still don't know who she is or what all that she's ever received, but I thank her for letting me see the wealth I have. We often look at others too much, and we ourselves unconsciously lose what is most precious.

Human life is a chain, there will always be children younger than you and older people than you, each of us has our own place, there is a treasure that no one can plunder. Don't worry about when you're young and when you're old. As long as we survive for one day, the wealth of youth shines. There is only one kind of dark night that can obscure its light, and that is that you think you are old.

Young friends, don't envy others. Remember that people are envious of us!

Source: Chongqing Education