Middle-aged people, standing in the middle of the long road of life, looking forward and backward are blank, with the pain and worry of the heart but not enough.
This is after the middle age, with the experience of growing up, in addition to the force, there is physical laziness and slackness, more often than not, but also learned to make their own simple life, to keep the inner quiet, and began to reminisce, but also began to forget.
Perhaps it is the experience of too many people, refused to lively, refused to prosperity and hustle and bustle, only willing to enjoy the loneliness of a person.
Most of the time, it is a person to drink tea, a person to read a book, a person to face life in silence, running in the wind of the years, in the whirlpool of time to solve all the problems, late at night, a person to reflect on their own inner world.
Often, in such moments, behind these seemingly lonely, but the surge of infinite thoughts, slowly infiltrated, slowly precipitation, then also have a real self.
This moment in time, this moment mood, but can not share with anyone, just afraid that once shared, lost self.
Life, as far as possible to maintain their own calm, serenity, let me in the plain and complicated things, looking for the warmth of life, with the most real sentiment, detached from the indifference of the world.
Sometimes, once the heart of life, life will let you down, beautiful hopes and dreams, in front of the reality, is so unbearable, so that the fragile life is unable to fight back.
Usually, helpless are the life of the once, those who were once treated with all our heart and soul, but ruthlessly grasped the soft underbelly of our goodness, so that you have to succumb to the fate of the arrangement.
So, uneasy mood, troubled feelings, restlessness are swarming, feel life a mess, can not be cleaned up.
Can't help but marvel at the indifference of time, the ruthlessness of the years, and sometimes even feel that the world can not tolerate a person's freedom, and a person's only freedom is the darkness of their own life in the face of loneliness, as well as loneliness to bring their own life to the deepest level of thinking.
Perhaps, in this complicated world, only learn to enjoy the loneliness, in order to correctly face all the frustration and suffering.
The years are getting old, the time that has passed is never coming back, for today's life, we already know how to cherish, but also to let go.
When you are alone, it's the easiest time, because you don't feel bored. Even if it is boring, it is also their own bear, not tired of other people, do not need to feel uneasy.
Also realized that you can work on many things, but not between people. The last, not the last, in fact, in the beginning is the same way or strangers.
"Years are hard to keep, and time is easy to lose." In the living every day, we should cherish every encounter in the world, but also respect the natural growth of life. Let nature take its course, do not force, some times, not distrust of others, just do not want to cling to a thought, not do not believe in themselves, just do not want to say all their own heart with others.
The depths of time, years old, will no longer be entangled with the past, the trouble is not entangled in the heart, simple, happy every day.
I also know that simple and uneventful days, will be in the time when the time grows old, become dependent on life, in the life of the road to grow old, into the heart of the flower field, with a heart of the landscape, and guarded the season's prosperity and barren.
When China is old, it is more and more like to let nature take its course, do not want to retain anything, I believe that the left behind will not go. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need, and then you have to pay for the services you need.
People live, in fact, is a state of mind, if you feel happy, happiness is everywhere; you for their grief, the world will be gray. In the far reaches of life, also began to hope to turn into peace on the way home.
People to the middle age, even if the years are not good, but also willing in the years, let yourself quiet down, keep smiling to the warm posture, know that the peace of mind that is the reason for the return.
The rest of my life, I just want to use the watery feelings, in the years precipitated the beauty of life, self-warming, but also a life of a calm attitude, leisurely model, but after all the bustle of the end of the world, in order to calm and calm state of mind, precipitation of life in the sweet and sour, and life is also willing to be so old.
Occasionally flipping through the memory, look up at the clouds, the old times pulling the memory, such as the flood came, open the window, look at the autumn wind blowing through the season of yellow, dense with a kind of dark fragrance of the current year.
And I, too, have found my own home in the traces of autumn. No matter how good the expectations, or feelings of attachment, will be in the old age, either long-lasting fragrance, or fade away.
On the way to old age, and each of us can only frankly face all the encounters and parting, but can not let themselves wither and lose everything, can not lose the smile, as long as the health of the living, everything is hopeful.
Life is a bumpy road, walk through, are the scenery, left behind, is the most cherished.
And I'm willing to face myself with my own truth, face reality, face the future, and also willing to be on the road to old age, hold fast to the heart, and the time to treat gently, be treated well by the years.
People in this life, only to fade away the flashy, back to the basics, do not care too much about life outside the things, the beauty of life can be real show.
Only then can we make the texture of life soft, through the light elegant, simple and implicit, which is the ultimate destination of life! And my life, I just want to hide into a green lotus, light and fragrant!
Years old, time can not stay, you understand or do not understand, the reality is there. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the company, and then you'll have to pay for it.
And now it is another fall, in the Wenliang years in the quiet guard, stare at the silent, see the time gradually detached, gradually Jane static, thin into the fingers of a thin page of time.
Spread out the chapter of the years, write a red cherry, green banana, but not icing on the cake, leaving a white, enough to write the name of a life on the good.
Life, really make you unforgettable and y grateful, after all, is not those flowers, and find a green, ounce of tranquility, holding a tea, leaning against the window sitting alone.
Autumn, outside the window has been a light dance of flowers, leaves flying, all the thoughts, flying settled, have been converted into a profound nostalgia, was quietly buried by the years of depression, was swayed into the time of light and shadow.