25 years old
Most of my friends have settled down in their relationships and are talking about marriage.
Your aunts and uncles, all of a sudden, know a bunch of young talent to introduce to you.
Your mother also began to anxious, let you do not wait do not pick.
She said that women start to expire after 25.
You start to think, "Well, what about just anyone?
A decent, honest guy.
27 years old
Open the circle of friends, friends and classmates have begun to sunshine baby.
You've met someone who is getting by.
Family conditions pass, looks pass, character pass.
It's not the look you want, but it's good to get by anyway.
"Marry someone, the family gets by people honest, on the line."
"You are 27, can not pick." Your mom and family relatives said so.
So also began to talk about marriage.
You put the bride price, dowry, income gift, count clearly.
But no one asked each other, the phone can not delete the number of who is.
28 years old
You finally want to get married.
At the wedding, you wore a snow-white wedding dress, and you were the most beautiful girl on the spot.
Under the swaying lights, you remembered that in your imagination, you have also stood in this place with a person.
That person in a straight suit, with a neat bow tie, holding flowers to you.
Amidst the cheers, sure enough, there was a man walking.
Unfortunately, it's not the one imagined.
Standing on the altar, the master of ceremonies asked: whether poor or rich, in sickness or in health, do you want to be together forever?
You said: I do.
The groom said: I do.
Both of them say it unexpectedly and casually, as if anyone around them could have given this answer.
In the days that followed, you became a wife.
Saying goodbye to the girlhood of ten fingers not touching the water of spring, you began to clean the whole house, scholar laundry, cooking, cooking.
That said, you haven't even done this for your parents a few times.
Age 29
You're pregnant.
You quit your job, which you've been getting used to, and stay home to raise the baby.
As usual, he leaves for work early in the morning and returns home late at night.
The family's household chores are still yours, and there's no one around when you're having trouble with pregnancy sickness.
He accompanied you a few times during the pregnancy test. Then he complained that it was a waste of time to wait in line and stopped going.
Sometimes your mother-in-law will come and make you eat and drink a lot, all for the baby.
You were the one who made it through this long October.
On the day of the birth, he came.
You cried and screamed in pain.
He looked up from his cell phone and frowned, saying: "What are you shouting for? No one else is screaming.
30 years old
This is the most painful year.
The child woke up once an hour, and they said that the milk powder is not nutritious, and you must insist on breastfeeding. So you follow suit and breastfeed once an hour.
You were pressed by your mother-in-law to sit on the bed, not allowed to land, not allowed to take a shower.
Every day you drink countless kinds of soup, eat a dozen kinds of meat and tonic food. The mother-in-law is afraid of starving her grandchildren, and she is trying to give you milk.
At two o'clock in the morning, the baby cried again. You get up in a daze.
You don't have much milk, and the baby's hungry sucking hurts you to pump. It was as if you were drinking blood instead of milk.
When you look back, your husband is not in bed.
From the third day on, he got tired of the baby's noise and went to sleep in the guest room.
From that year on, all you could think about was not dresses, food, cosmetics, but children, children, children. You can't get out of the house anymore, you can breastfeed your child at night and do housework at home during the day to take care of your child.
Every day, your head is covered in hair, and your ears are filled with the sound of your child's wailing.
33 years old
The child has grown up a little and you can finally take it easy.
After three years of bringing up a child, you've never had a restful night's sleep. Never had a good meal. Standing in front of the mirror, you can't even believe that the woman in front of you with a yellow face and withered hair is yourself.
So open the phone, want to buy something for yourself - these three years, you order on, all are baby products. But then I remembered that I have been out of work for three whole years, and my savings have been pretty much spent.
So at the end of the night, you tell your husband, "Call me for some money.
Your husband is furious at hearing that: how to ask for money again! I don't give you money every month!
You are also angry, and theories with him, raising children every month a thousand dollars can do. Ask him if he knows how much a can of good milk powder costs, and how much milk powder the child has to drink a month. The first thing you need to know is how much you have to pay for it. You tell him that you are subsidizing all of it.
Your husband laughed, with contempt and mockery in his eyes.
"You're just asking for money. You have to spend so much money to play at home all day long." He said.
35 years old
The child adapts to kindergarten.
You get a temporary job.
Your husband gets a promotion.
Everything seems to be going in the right direction.
However, you find a red lipstick on your husband's collar.
You have a huge fight and you point at your husband and call him shameless.
Your husband says, "She's gentle and understanding, what do you have?
In a trance, you remembered that when you first met, he praised you in the same way.
He said you were so gentle, you spoke softly and softly, and you couldn't even argue with people.
You recall who you were just now, and suddenly you're in doubt too.
Where is your gentle understanding?
In the end, you made up.
Your parents persuaded, his parents persuaded, your friends persuaded.
They said, the seven-year itch, he is now the marriage of slack, let him collect heart.
They said, "Men are always thinking about this, so you have to bear with it.
They said that other women are more powerful, the wife is also you, it's okay.
So you put up with it.
Because there are others who say: the child can't live without a father.
40 years old
It's like you don't even know what's going on, and you're suddenly in the 4-letter word.
At 40, you're really suddenly open to life.
He was so fat that he was carrying a big belly.
They are the first to have a good understanding of the world, and they are the first to have a good understanding of the world, and they are the first to have a good understanding of the world.
But surprisingly really collected a little heart, did not make too much trouble.
But you have not cared too much.
You've just been dutifully taking care of your kids.
45 years old
The kid is in middle school.
Reaching a rebellious stage, the way he talks to his parents turns into yelling.
He shouts, I want freedom! I want independence! You leave me alone!
You're carrying a fruit plate, and you want to get closer, but you don't dare.
You're looking at this beautiful boy, and you can't figure it out.
How could the child I raised from childhood suddenly become different?
But you don't dare to refute him, you even stopped the husband who went to beat up the child.
But you don't dare to refute him, you even stopped the husband to beat the child.
Your life is like this now, and you don't want your child's life to turn into such a cycle.
You put all your hopes on your child, giving more care and attention.
So your child yells louder.
Age 47
Your child reaches high school and starts living there.
You miss your child and call him. He responds with a uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh and hangs up within a minute.
You look at your cell phone, which is blacked out, and your husband, who is snoring with his back to you.
Fuming for a while.
48 years old
Your child has a college entrance exam. You are more nervous than him. You prepare food and drink for him every day, and you worry about him. You have to take care of your child at the expense of the child.
After the exam, you expect him to fill in a close to home, stable, good to find a job volunteer.
The child "bang" closed the door, filled in a thousand miles away, an interesting, but less popular than the major.
You are furious, but in the end you can only sigh. The first thing you need to do is to get your bags ready for him.
50 years old
Your health is slowly deteriorating.
A distant child calls and says he is homesick.
You burst into tears at the sound of it.
But you forced to put on a smiling voice and said, "Then mom will wait for you to come back.
Then you told the child that the neighbor's dog gave birth to pups, that the girl next door got married, that the house across the street is going to be demolished, and as usual, complained about his father a variety of bad habits.
The child listened and laughed.
He said, "Okay, Mom.
The child smiled as he listened, and said, "Okay, Mom, I'll go back on vacation.
You are relieved and hang up the phone.
I saw my husband listening to the phone with his ears open, and when he was discovered, he pretended that there was nothing wrong with him and looked away to watch television.
You can see that the husband is also listening to the TV, and he pretends that nothing is wrong with him, so he looks away from the TV.
He said, "No, I don't think so!
He said, "No, I don't think so!
Then he turned his head and went back to his room.
You burst out laughing.
Then you looked at his twisted body, his fat body, his gray hair.
And realize you're both getting old.
55 years old
The child graduated and had a hard time finding a job.
He drifted away, with sorrow, chagrin and bitterness. Once again came the call.
This time, you didn't stop him.
You said, "Son, go and do what you want to do.
You said, "Mom is at home.
You said, "Mom's home. You've got a home when times get tough.
The child was happy and stayed in that place.
Slowly, slowly, slowly you climbed up.
You watch him slowly get on track and watch him get better and better.
You're happy.
It's just that he's getting busier and busier, and he's not coming home as often.
So you and your husband are sitting on the couch in an empty house, waiting for the kids to come home two or three times a year.
60 years old
The child is also married.
The bride was a beautiful girl. Snow-white skin, long black hair, smile and dimples, very gentle.
The bride is a beautiful girl. She has long black hair and a dimple when she smiles.
She said: Mom, drink tea.
You took the tea, patted the girl's hand and handed over a red envelope.
You hope she will always be so gentle.
The son and daughter-in-law move out together and have their own home.
The husband is retired, nothing to go out to play cards, chess, and do not often come home.
All of a sudden, your home is empty and you don't know what to do with yourself.
In the past thirty years, you have only had children and a husband in your life.
61 years old
You started to follow your neighbors in the neighborhood to square dance. Large speakers play the music that, by the youth, is laughed at. You're still a little unsure where to start, but soon, you're pulled into the crowd.
Upstairs, the older sister said to you: you just came, right? It's okay, just move with us.
She has a loud voice and enthusiastically pulls you along.
You followed her and got into the team a little bit.
You are all women in the neighborhood, all children are not around, the husband is busy himself. So you meet and you all come together to dance and talk.
You were quite happy during this time, and you finally realized why so many people like to come to the square to dance.
What's that saying?
They are not dancing, they are lonely.
62 years old
The son's baby was born.
They're both too busy and inexperienced, and in the midst of the chaos and hand-wringing, your son dials your number.
He said Mom, help us with the baby.
Your mother-in-law didn't help you much back then.
But today, your son's words still leave you with no way to refuse.
A word that pulls you back to that most painful year. The difference is that this time you are carefully feeding your child from a bottle.
70 years old
The child's child has grown up too.
You're completely old.
Your hair is gray and you can't dance anymore.
75 years old
You're lying in a hospital bed surrounded by people.
Everyone is crying.
They say, "You're a good daughter, you're a good wife, you're a good mother. You are a good person.
Your eyes are closed and you're having trouble breathing. You know you are dying.
But you still hear the words, and you're a little dazed.
Good daughter?
Does that mean you'll just marry someone to give your mom some peace of mind and stop nagging her?
Good mother?
Does it mean you know your life is over and you put all the pressure on your kids, or does it mean you give up the life you love just to, well, give up the life you love?
So, that's a good person?
At this point your eyes flashed a lot of things.
The white boy on the high school playground, seventeen years old flying skirt, and friends hand in hand when shopping all over the mall laughing.
Many, many images appeared in this moment, kneaded and mixed together.
Your heart skipped a beat, and your hands and feet flew cold.
The cries around you grew louder all at once.
You only have time to think one last question before your consciousness fades: will I be a good person?
You wake up with a start and realize you're back to 23.
Your mom asks you: why don't you have a boyfriend yet
You say: hee hee
and block your mom.