Aging is always a heavy topic. When we reach an age like fifty and start to feel our hair thinning, or even bald, 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 it and face it squarely. The grace of our parents is not a promise, but a thoughtful word, a warm embrace, a spoonful of hot soup that we have blown cold.
So, instead of being alone and sad, 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 the harm. The third thing: the dream is difficult to realize.
Youth is like a running river, not returning to say goodbye. I can't help but feel sad 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 with the square, our left hand pushed the baby carriage, the right hand carrying a basket of vegetables.