Aging, always a heavy topic. When we reach an age like fifty and start to feel that our hair is thinning or even balding, our parents, are already gray-haired old men.
The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind does not stop; the child wants to raise, but the parents do not wait. We y understand such truth. However, in addition to sentimental, what can we do? In addition to accepting aging and the proximity of death, is there really nothing we can do? We are afraid of such a heavy topic, but we have to face to face it.
The years are merciless, but people have feelings. The only way we can do this is to hold our parents' thin hands while they are alive and walk through the path that we used to walk through countless times when we were young, and use our own actions to tell them: "You raised me young, and I'll be with you when you're old".
To feel the grace of parents is not a promise, but a thoughtful word, a warm hug, a spoonful of hot soup that we blew cold.
So, instead of being alone and gloomy there, why don't you take action, get close to your parents and be a real filial son?
The second thing: the thinness of friends.
Whenever we hear a word like friend, we just scoff. Yes, how can a fifty year old man have any friends.
The so-called friends have long been washed away by the tide of history in the stormy waves. Some people say that what is washed away is all dross, and what is left behind is a true friend. But when we get to fifty, we realize that there is no one left at all. At this time, we can not help but think of the past, remember those we regard as true friends, once made to us harm.
People to fifty only to find that the older the person, the easier for these three things sentimental, heartbreaking
Time has passed so long, but the friends of the thinly veiled but as a movie, vivid in the memory. If people feel the most pain because of anything in their life, it must be hurt by their most trusted friends.
How many years have passed since then, and the pain that tore through my heart and lungs is still there. We bear that hurt while constantly laughing at ourselves for being a true fool.
Some people say that when one reaches fifty, one is really still just a child, suffering for decades just because one's beloved toy has been taken away and broken. Why suffer, why bother? With this kind of sentimental spirit, it is better to think about the rest of the day, how to live. This is a fifty-year-old "senior" people, should have the attitude of life ah.
The third thing: the dream is difficult to realize.
Youth is like a running river, and it's too late to say goodbye. I can't help but feel sentimental every time I hear these lyrics from Oldboy.
For those of us who are running out of time, the word "youth" is too extravagant and can only be used as a memory at best. The first thing I want to say is that I'm not going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it. We old men and women also have dreams. Only, those dreams are really only dreams, is difficult to realize the existence of.
Climbing two flights of stairs, tired and out of breath; want to dance with those old ladies who have the money and time to dance in the square, we pushed the baby carriage in the left hand, the right hand carries the vegetable basket.
People reach fifty before realizing that the older a person gets, the easier it is to be sentimental and heartbroken over these three things
Do we have dreams? We have. However, those so-called dreams have long been hit by the reality of the "unseemly". We not only have to eat ourselves, but we also have to take care of our son and grandson to eat. If we stop for a moment, the family will be at a standstill.