"Old", seems to be the woman's most fear and often hang on the lips of a topic that can not be avoided. It is said that women like flowers, flowers do not seem to always open undefeated reason. What kind of age is the best age for women?
The most nostalgic woman is the cardamom years! "Graceful curls more than thirteen, cardamom tips in early February." Cardamom years of women, has not been shocked by the flashy three thousand, has not fallen into the dust, just like that early spring branches budding dream, white, graceful, curling with a light smoke like aroma of the dream. Their eyes, such as deer, clear and dynamic. But the cardamom years are good, like smoke easy to pass.
? "Peach is young, burns its splendor", two eight years of women's eyebrows as far as the mountains, eyes containing autumn water, brilliant as peach and plum, beautiful as the stars. "Water out of hibiscus, natural to carve ornaments", the beauty of the girl is fresh and natural. "Cuji strike swing, up lethargic whole slender hand. Dew thick flower thin, thin sweat light clothes through. Seeing the guests come in, socks and gold hairpin slip. And shy to go, leaning back, but the plum sniffing", such pure love and shyness, belongs only to the two eight Fanghua, the beauty of the girl is also lively and delicate. The two eights are beautiful, and it's hard to keep the light.
When it comes to Yi Anju Shi, many people are most likely to think of is her sentence "Dongli put wine after dusk, there is a dark fragrance filling the sleeves. The most important thing to remember is her line, "After the dusk, there is a dark scent that fills the sleeves." There is no way to lose one's soul. "People are thinner than yellow flowers", wrote an Oriental woman's elegance and emaciation, beauty is beautiful, just too sad. In the past that lively and playful, do not know the worries of the young girl into a day-long thinking about the long, sorrowful thinking woman. Some people use "half a life of smoke and rain, half a life of flowers" to describe Yi Anju Shi's life. When I read her words, I always separate the two periods before and after. When I put them together, there are too many feelings that are hard to be reconciled. Across a thousand years of time, think of the chaotic world of her painful loss of love, think of her wandering, think of her remarriage humiliation, think of her bleak loneliness ...... such encounters imposed on a proud, sensitive, talented woman, always feel that fate is too cruel. The first half of his life constantly get, the second half of his life constantly lost, lost his youth, lost the peace and warmth of fireworks, lost his family's home country, until he was left with that "under the curtain to listen to people laughing" of their own.
This is a lot of women's fate is epitomized. Just too ordinary us, the story seems to be a lot of bland, only they understand what they have experienced in the ups and downs along the way. There is a very hot video online, showing a woman before and after marriage changes, gradually disappeared lively eyes, flying smile corner of the mouth, countless netizens tears, as if poking the screen behind their own, some people say, this is married to the pattern of life.
Every girl has to grow up, into the red dust and smoke, we can only be this look?
I remember once two eight years of their own, often can not stand the middle-aged women's despicable. I'm not familiar with the world, do not understand the life of the me, hate that one of the "Yang Ersao" mold. Parents, every penny counts, a messy chicken feathers, face full of years of smoke and dust. Until one day, when I took the train to Shanghai, I was called "Auntie" by a young girl in the upper berth. Resentment and reluctance, but also really face the fact that they have reached middle age. Obviously still a girl's heart, helpless to turn into an aunt. The thought of crossing into the "big mom" this camp, shudder.
Is this the way to grow old?
I'm not going to be able to do that.
I have a girlfriend, years ago, she was a little fat, vulgar temperament. More than a decade has passed, and now she has tight skin, a slim physique, and a light dance, and everyone marvels at her reverse growth. More than ten years of time, in her body to achieve a beautiful reversal rather than aging decadence. Not only that, she also acquired a good handwriting with day after day persistence, and never stopped practicing even when she put on her fancy glasses. It's so nice to age gracefully like this!
"Years have added, not dying; ideal discarded, Fang fall twilight." A woman, the pursuit of beauty, should be a lifelong ideal. To the beauty of life, from the beauty of the end, external repair in the body, internal repair in the heart, a lifetime in the beauty of the road.
Last fall, I spent my forty-second birthday. I woke up one day, took the mirror to look at themselves, surprised to find: I was disliked for more than forty years of single eyelids disappeared, I actually became a double eyelid. Is it because of the sagging eyelids? Or is it because the people I like and look at the most have double eyelids? Or is it because the thought of it comes back to me? Cause and effect has not been solved, I take it as a gift of the years. Year of the Tiger Spring Festival Gala, when I saw the small eyes of Li Ronghao, forgive me for not being generous enough to laugh.
? No one can avoid getting old, but does old equal ugly? Apparently not.
Dr. Chen Guo, a doctor of philosophy at Fudan University, said, "People only live once, how can you let your short life be ugly? How can you let your short life just fall down? Even if it is falling, it should have the splendor of the setting sun! There are only two forces in this world, an upward force, like light; and a downward force, called gravity. If we want to keep ourselves eternally beautiful, to keep a kind of health, a kind of clarity, a kind of freshness, a kind of harmony inside, we have to keep on growing upwards never stopping during our lifetime. One day we will all grow old, it's okay, let the spirit keep growing toward the light, keep getting truer and truer, keep getting better and better, and whoever is close to you is close to the light."
The long alleys of the market, gathered together is fireworks, spread out is the human world. The women in the fireworks of the human world may all experience the darkest moments of their lives. Haruki Murakami wrote in "Kafka on the Beach": "No one knows how much weakness and sadness is hidden behind our immobility. Perhaps the world of adults is really a sea of bitterness. But when you get through all the bitterness alone, and then look back, you will find that the tears you swallowed at the time have long since been transformed into a suit of armor." Middle-aged women's eyes may no longer be soft, the pace is no longer light, but after a thousand sails, they are often more mature and plentiful spirit, the heart is more courageous and resilient, and the world is more relaxed and calm. "Twenty to thirty, such as tulips, slowly learn to convergence is also a kind of beauty; thirty to forty, such as lilies, sedentary also exudes fragrance; forty to fifty, such as magnolia, I have become a tree, still strong in the stoicism, the dark fragrance floating; fifty to sixty, such as the plum blossom, that is, the cold can not stop me from blossoming in the ice." Who says this is not beauty! Eyes full of stories, face not seeing the weather, smiling at the world, proud of herself. Such a woman is extremely beautiful!
? We are fortunate to live in such an era, independence, self-confidence, bravery, tolerance, is the gift of this era to our women. Mai Jia in the "life sea sea" said: "real bravery is not to clamor the tide, not waiting for the tide to fall, but in the sea level of life, to face the floating and sinking with a normal heart. Whether tomorrow is calm or stormy, you can embrace life after the tide goes down and meet the next tide." Women who have experienced the storms of life have more of a "look back to the place of depression, there is no wind and rain, there is no sunshine," the wisdom of transparency. They in the tide after the tide, gradually understand, no matter who they meet, are the life of the person who should appear, not by chance, he must be able to teach themselves something. No matter where you go, it is the place you should go. This life, experience the things that should be experienced, meet the people that should be met. The years do not say anything, they do not panic. In the mundane smoke and fire, and with a vegetarian heart, read the coming days.
"The beauty of the years lies in its inevitable loss. Spring flowers, autumn moon, summer, winter snow." Different ages, different encounters, a year a gift, an inch of joy. In the prosperity of self-discipline, in the downfall of self-healing, wearing light and come, to the beauty of life, what kind of age is the best age. No sadness, no fear, full of courage and love to resist the sands, make a good wish to write on the years. The years are long, all the way to the flowers.