There is a kind of the rest of life, called the years of quietness

The years rush by, the days are old, the time is long, in the blink of an eye, the days have entered the middle age. Along the way, from innocent childhood, ignorant and frivolous teenagers to mature and stable middle age, sprinkled all the way sweat and tears, experienced the sweet and sour of life, the ups and downs of work, the complexity of the world, witnessed along the way of the wind and flowers, tasted the life of the desolate helpless, harvested too much success and joy, of course, there are also more failures and helpless .....

Middle-aged you, standing at the end of the years, has long forgotten the original appearance, once the dream was the wheel of the years mercilessly crushed, scattered in the wind, lost in our long helpless; once the obsession in the reality of the wear and tear under the unbearable. You realize that life is short, only life is worthy of our respect, worth cherishing. Then, the rest of life, learn to face reality, learn to let nature take its course, you will find that the day in fact not so suffer, a different perspective, life is another beautiful scenery.

The years are good, that is to say, we in the rest of the day, to learn to put down, put down those who have been pressurized by their own breathlessness of the nothingness of things, light loaded to go forward, learn to get along with themselves, learn to reconcile with the life, tired, on the rest, look at the scenery along the way, to reap the benefits of another good.

The years are good, is to us in the rest of the day, in the face of the complicated and noisy life, to their own minds to leave a piece of sky, so that they can feel the life of the indifferent nature; to find a quiet corner, know how to let themselves quiet down, in the silence of precipitation, enjoy the days of the wisdom of the one from the calm.

The years are good, is that we in the rest of the day, follow their own dreams, keep their own heart, and strive to live into their own eyes, learn to appreciate themselves, give yourself gas, give yourself a chance to let their life bloom in the most beautiful scenery.

The good news is that in the rest of our lives, we will learn to cherish every touching encounter and collect every warm moment. Learn in the sunny morning, enjoy life's beautiful day; learn in the sunset dusk, feel life's brilliant moment; learn in the continuous rainy season, taste life's a lingering sadness; learn in the silence of the night, intoxicated years of loneliness and loneliness.

In the years of milling, because of the experience of too many hundred turns, so we grew up. In the journey along the road, because too much youth has been squandered, so we know how to cherish. In the clamor of the crowd, because we have experienced too much helplessness, so we chose to be silent. In the long river of time, because the days are only left with memories, all we choose the quiet years.

Let us walk through the spring, summer, fall and winter of life in the day after day, and enjoy a quiet life in the rest of the years.