Sometimes I feel that people grow up in an instant, and people get old in an instant. When I was young, I thought my parents would never get old. In our eyes, they haven't changed a penny. I don't know when the white hair stopped hiding and the lines around the eyes began to become clearer. The waist that used to bend at will is no longer tough. Being old brings us not only the passage of time, but also endless nostalgia for the past. After 70, I am old in a blink of an eye.
As a post-90s generation, I have to go home to the hospital to take care of my sick grandmother, because she got sick in summer. Maybe it was only at that moment that I realized that time actually took away many things that we didn't notice, not only the lives of people who were important to you, but also the subtle feelings that you never noticed. After coming out of the hospital, my mother said that I had grown into an adult all of a sudden, but in my mind I have always been an adult, but they always like to treat me like a child.
Or maybe everyone born after 70 is afraid that their children will have their own lives when they grow up, so they forget their original selves, expect their children to grow up, expect their children to be independent, and don't escape difficulties under their own wings. However, now, as parents, they are old in an instant. Those old friends have become grandparents, and those uncles and aunts have left this world one after another.
Mr. Zhu Ziqing wrote in "Hurry", "Where to go, where to come; What's the hurry between going and coming? When I get up in the morning, two or three sunsets shoot into the hut. The sun has feet, and it has moved gently and quietly; I also follow the rotation. " We follow the footsteps of time in a hurry and leave our own time in the universe, which is not amazing but enough to miss.
When I was young, I thought it was a long time and there were still great years worth spending, but I didn't know when I suddenly found out that I couldn't remember how many rings I had experienced. Every time someone asks me my age, I will never be as cocky as a little tiger when I was a child, but when I think about it carefully, I find that I am almost fifty years old, and I am over half a year old.
Some people say that the post-70s generation can't keep up with the times. Sometimes I think it's true. My parents are even typical antiques. They don't understand many electronic devices of this era, and they don't understand our way of life. Every time they go home, it seems that they have returned to a certain era in the past from a bustling city, and the years are slowly flowing here. When eating, people will laugh and laugh happily instead of hanging their heads. When they have a rest, they will also look at those pages.
I like a passage written by Zhang Jiajia in "There is a canteen by the cloud", "There is a canteen by the cloud, with years and sunset piled on the bookshelf and mountains behind it. The old man pretended to be asleep on the couch, and the child stole a piece of candy. When will the tears fall, and where will the birds go? People gather and disperse, and clouds come and go. A storyteller always has a story he doesn't want to tell. Time flies and whispers into paper. "
Maybe the beginning and the end of the story are the same, maybe the princess and the prince in the fairy tale will grow old, and the rings of time will run over the gap in memory and eventually take away what we care about most. But at least we can cherish the present, cherish everyone who is still around, and cherish every journey in the years to come, which is something that each of us must experience. We will be disappointed that we have one more white hair, we will miss the teenager who dares to shout with the world, but we will also thank this aging self for not living up to this wonderful life.
Hesse once said, "Young man, you should know that seriousness is caused by time. I might as well tell you quietly that seriousness is the result of overestimating the value of time. I also overestimated the value of time, which is why I want to live to be a hundred years old. In eternity, you know, there is no time. Eternity is just a moment, just enough for a joke. " In this world, flowers bloom and fall, and since sunset, everything keeps moving forward. What matters is not how to escape, but how to face it bravely, face all the losses and face your trance-like old age.