Fifty-year-old time, half a century's rings, experienced the romance of spring, the warmth of summer and the quiet beauty of autumn. After a long time, with a little sadness and accumulation of life, from school to school and then to the office, it is dull, dull and ordinary. Bitterness, tiredness, love and laughter are exchanged for tolerance, calmness, calmness and open-mindedness, from sensibility to rationality, with bittersweet words as the head and joys and sorrows in it. When people are 50 years old, it seems that the autumn wind is cool, the romantic spring is far away, and the enthusiasm of summer is gradually fading, showing a golden season in front of them. At the age of fifty, I'm far from being handsome. Years have stained my face with frost, left a brand and engraved my understanding and interpretation of life. Although there is no longer the smiling face of childhood and the brilliance of youth, it is also the most charming time and another beautiful scenery in the world.
Fifty years of trials and hardships have passed 18250 days of life. Time has washed the soul and everything has changed. The only thing that hasn't changed is a clean and indifferent attitude. "Be simple, keep it simple", pursue a pure, noble and quiet life, "Don't lose face, look at the flowers in front of the court; I have no intention of staying or staying, looking up at the clouds in the sky. " I realized what it means to return a hundred rivers to the sea and ten thousand methods to the Sect; We must understand that the state of mind of youth is the unchanging scenery of life; Learned to light the heart lamp of hope in the predicament; Only when you know indifference can you be clear-headed and peace can be far-reaching; Know that the world is not black or white, regardless of success or failure, bitterness, decline and glory, we must draw a full stop; Understand that life needs more tolerance, sympathy, awe and normality, because tolerance makes people harmonious, sympathy makes people warm, awe makes people awake, and normality makes people satisfied and stable.
The lamp of hope is lit by enthusiasm, and the boat of life is moved forward by hard work. Dare to take responsibility, shoulder faith, greet a better tomorrow with responsibility and enthusiasm, and achieve "love life but be aloof from things, learn from the world without touching a little dust." Keep an ordinary optimistic heart, be modest and prudent, be proactive, transform yourself and face a new journey in life. I'm still on my way. This is my 50th birthday speech. At this exciting moment, I wrote it to motivate myself to move forward. Looking back on the past, the sweat and tears shed, the joys and regrets, the dribs and drabs of the past often remind me, and I can't help but feel grateful. "Birds fly with husband and wife, and people are virtuous." Thank my parents for giving me life and upbringing, thank the times for giving me the opportunity to make contributions, thank my leaders and teachers for training and guiding me, thank my wife and family who accompany me to taste the ups and downs of life, and thank my colleagues and support.
The sun and the moon fly, and the stars move. Day and night alternate in the overlap of sunrise and sunset. Time flies, the four seasons change in the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter. In this alternation of overlapping and reincarnation, we have passed one birthday after another and painted ourselves with annual rings. Although 50 years old means that the golden period of life has passed, I believe that people have three treasures: essence, qi and spirit. The human spirit is regardless of age. Aging does not start from middle age, but from depression and boredom. I will always keep a healthy and positive sunshine mentality and keep my spirit evergreen! Cherish today, only now is the most important thing to grasp; To meet tomorrow, only tomorrow is the most necessary preparation; Summarize yesterday, do well today and look forward to tomorrow. ...
"The road in Xiu Yuan is very slow, and I will chase it from top to bottom." In the coming years, I will, as always, practice myself, grasp the scale of everything, do nothing, constantly increase nutrition for my soul, feel life, enjoy life, work hard for myself, for my loved ones, for my career, expand the width of life, improve the quality of life, and constantly interpret the value of life with my own hands and wisdom, so that there will be no regrets in years and life!
50-year-old speech on his birthday 2. Everything in this world can be obtained only by paying, and only by age can you get something for nothing.
How time flies! In a blink of an eye, on August 18, 20xx, I was 50 and a half years old as scheduled. After today, I am one year older. Although I tried to pretend to be disdainful, I was still a little lonely. I really want to leave something, but I don't know what kind of mood to put pen to paper, and I can't think of what kind of title is more suitable for today's mood. Day after day, I repeatedly experienced all kinds of sadness, hardship and ecstasy, just like this summer and autumn solstice season, sultry, anxious and uneasy. Inexplicable irritability, inexplicable heartbreak, as if to remind myself that it has reached the year of fear and rejection for every woman.
Flowers are similar year after year, and people are different year after year. It's not a dream to wake up, and there are many wrinkles between the eyebrows. In this half century, although I have experienced many ups and downs, joys and sorrows, I still live a strong and happy life. My magical five-year-old grandson often shouts "Grandma, you are old". I quickly agreed, and then I wondered, "Is Grandma that old?" The two grandchildren are so heartless: "Look at the wrinkles around your eyes." Although they admit it with a smile on the surface, when they all come out, they are just like the old lady singing grass played by Zhao Benshan, looking for a corner to feel sorry for herself in the mirror. From a distance, it seems that there is still a little vitality. Look carefully, wrinkles seem to be more and more and deeper. Fortunately, many peers have not found those white hairs that are unorganized and undisciplined and hidden in the depths of black hair. This may be my only comfort!
Birthdays come and go year after year, leaving a permanent memory. Recalling the past memories, we can only sigh that the abnormal rotation of the brain makes people helpless. Another year has gone far, but at this time, I am trying to pursue the previous rings in my mind, and I can only sigh the ups and downs of life behind it, so that all faces and colors are no longer as fresh as yesterday.
Some people say that 50 years old is the age of harvest, and the age of knowing your destiny is the age of enjoying happiness, but I said, "No". At least my family still needs me as a "life tracker" to continue to work hard, because my two grandchildren are at the age of taking care of both life and study. I will tighten the rope of life and accompany them to trudge on the beach of life, leaving a string of solid and powerful happy footprints.
Fifty years, time flies, looking back on life, it seems that it has always been quite regular, step by step: growing up from childhood-mature and married-raising children and grandchildren. Recently, there is a popular saying on the Internet that "there are three vacillations in a person's life: growing up, getting old, and then going home." I thought that after shaking it twice, I dared not shake it again. If you shake your children and grandchildren again, you won't find yourself. A few days ago, my cousin Tian Ding went back to meet some acquaintances whom I hadn't seen for years and marveled at their aging speed. "Like a strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of 10,000 pear trees" as if it had become an old man and an old woman overnight. I marvel at God's ruthlessness and cruelly take away their vitality and spirit left in my memory. Other new or adult children are strangers and can't name them, but they can simply tell whose children they are from their looks. As for the name, they don't want to ask or know, because they remember it this time, and they will be completely strangers next time.
Some people say that parents are a wall that can shelter you from the wind and rain. The wall that sheltered me from the wind and rain has collapsed, and I have unconsciously turned my identity into the wall that sheltered my children from the wind and rain, but it has not yet reached that fragile and shaky time. June 19, husband's birthday, children get together to celebrate. My son-in-law sent us two filial piety cards for our comprehensive physical examination. Although we don't exercise deliberately at ordinary times, we are confident in our health. The results of this physical examination came out, and several indicators were abnormal, which made me a little at a loss. Although there is no big problem, it also sounded a moderate alarm. After returning home a little disheartened, I unconsciously put exercise on the agenda, especially my husband, who consciously insists on walking and exercising every day. The thick wall that belongs to me in my heart began to be covered with dust!
Fifty years, half a century's rings, whether I care or not, the years are moving forward with their inherent elegant posture and tireless and steady pace. After a birthday, you will be one year older. Trees will be green and flowers will fall, but you have no choice. No matter how different your life is, no matter how you go, you should make a choice for yourself every year today: keep pace with the times, conform to the trend, strive to maximize the value of life with your own hands and efforts, and let all the sorrows, sorrows and choices in the past turn into faint smiles and drift away with the wind.
At the age of 50, I wrote a birthday speech to myself. When I was 50 years old, I gave myself such a gift. Since the first blog post "Ripples of Electric Shock" written by 20xx65438+1October 3 1, I have recorded some words, a diary, an essay, a poem and some fragments of my life every day. Today I sorted out five parts: life, prose, poetry, travel and daughter's growth. I printed a book and collected it as150,000 words "Past Years" as a birthday present for my 50th birthday.
I was 50 years old and went through 18,267 days. Years ruthlessly brought me into the autumn of my life, crossed the threshold of 50 and began to move towards the sunset. The hot heart has a hint of coolness; The beautiful halo is also a little more virtual. My heart sank to a falling stone, listening to songs, adding a bit of nostalgic tone, writing words, more tacky words. Those things that once excited me can only make small ripples in my heart. My heart is not old, and my body is already autumn. When I am alone, I like a book and a tune to kill time and recuperate. The white hair on the sideburns and the fine lines on the forehead and corners of the eyes remind themselves that the sunset glow has shone on the young face.
Life has passed year after year inadvertently, and decades seem to be yesterday. Watching our daughter grow up day by day, we grow old day by day and sigh the helplessness of life. On my birthday, I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't get rid of it. I asked myself again and again: What does fifty mean? It means that the journey of life is over half, which means that the lost time cannot be recovered. At the age of 50, people are not thinking about how to struggle and develop, but more and more about how to cherish time and really live; It's not how to have things outside, but how to enjoy the precious moments in your life. At this time, people began to become indifferent, their hearts tended to be quiet, and there was no impetuous and unbalanced mentality. Our life's actions, whether right or wrong, pride and regret, will be left behind.
At this time, life began to chew some flavor, and then realized that the so-called "struggle and success" in the past was so pale and meaningless. In fact, I have not cherished it for decades. At this time in life, we realize how much we have lost. In fact, we were born with the whole world, but we didn't cherish it. As we grow older, we throw away precious wealth bit by bit! At the same time, I pursue those worthless things wholeheartedly and stupidly. Now it seems that the reward of the struggle that I thought belonged to myself was so worthless and meaningless. I have lost much more than I have gained through decades of hard work. At this time, I realized that my decades of life was close to a blank sheet of paper. At this time of life, there will be a dull pain. People wake up in middle age!
20xx65438+1October 3 1 (September 26th of the lunar calendar) I am 50 years old and have finished my work for nearly 30 years. Although there is nostalgia in my heart, busy scenes still emerge in front of me. I called this morning to ask about retirement, and I can't finish it until next month. I'm retired, and I've been looking forward to retirement at work, but I really retired, but it didn't bring me any joy and I felt a little lost.
I am a daughter, a wife and a mother. It is my responsibility to bear everything. Whether my shoulders are thick or thin, whether my heart is happy or sad, I am in a small position in the world, shouldering a trivial and breathing life. Take time carefully. I have time to spend as much time as possible with my old mother who has been ill for a long time. I deeply feel that it is not easy for my mother to be close to 80 years old, and I want to listen to my mother's nagging. But now my mother doesn't talk much, just asking and answering. It is difficult to hear the warm comfort between the hearts in winter. I know, it's not that mom doesn't care about us. I visited my mother the day before yesterday and sat in front of my mother's bed. I looked at her with a heavy heart. The little body is powerless in bed, and everything on her is powerless, even helpless. Her health is getting worse and worse, and the pain makes her more haggard. If mother is compared to a boat, her illness can undoubtedly be said to be a storm and waves. When I wrote this, my eyes were hazy with tears.
There are always some things that can't be expressed in words. There is always a feeling that can't be expressed in words. Even in the silent night, you can't fall down. The ethereal fragments are intertwined little by little, constantly hovering in my mind, turning around, and what is precipitated is the cold tears that fall silently on the back of my hand, flowing quietly from the corner of my eye and being quickly stopped by myself.
I know that at the age of 50, my heart should be quiet and I don't want to start another wave. As my mother's daughter, I sincerely pray that she will sail in the blue waves and be calm; Reduce the pain and get well soon!
I am fifty years old, and the innocence of youth has gradually become a distant memory. Those lost years, the dribs and drabs of the past, and the moments of life all made me reflect and think a lot, so I am grateful and thank my parents for giving me life and nurturing! Thank you for loving my family and my dear and best friend!
1 June, International Children's Day, which coincided with my 50th birthday, lamented how time flies. Inadvertently, I experienced 50 years of wind and rain washing, and my youth has completely left me. Now I am over 500 years old, but my mind, my appearance and my feelings are still young, and I still look forward to a happy future.
Looking back on this road, all the happiness and joy I enjoyed, the sweat and tears I shed, the pain and regret I experienced, and all the bits and pieces of past events and moments in my life made me reflect and think, so I am grateful: thank my parents for giving me life and nurturing! Thank you for loving my family! Thanks to my dear and best friend! My happiness and sadness are always in your mind.
Fifty years old, people say it is the age of harvest and the age of enjoying happiness. However, I feel that I am a "life tracker" in the 1960s. At present, my life still needs me to continue to be busy and work hard. The pressure of life can't stop me. I must trudge alone on the beach of life, leaving a series of solid footprints. In fact, there are many stories buried in my heart, so let it be buried in my memory. The years are ruthless, and the time is gone forever. One page is missing from my life calendar. How many pages can I tear up in my life?
Looking back, the footprints of life are different, but they are engraved in the deepest part of my memory and will be treasured forever after the four seasons dry up. Looking at the road ahead: bright, dark, flat, bumpy, painful and hopeless, these are no longer important to me. I just need to walk steadily step by step, and fate will not treat kindly and hardworking people badly!
Although I have reached the age of knowing my destiny and my life is going downhill, I must learn to face the pain of inner loss bravely, because there is an infinite sunset in my future! Be kind to yourself, love yourself, cherish life, fight against the years, pursue the quality of life and achieve a perfect life. The beauty of autumn is the real beauty. This kind of beauty and happiness also lies in my need to maintain that kind and persistence. People are cute not because they are beautiful, but because they are cute. I may not be beautiful at the age of 50, but I firmly believe that I am still beautiful.
Although 50 years old means that the golden age of life has passed, I believe that people's spirit is regardless of age, and I will always keep my spirit evergreen! Always be childlike! Destiny is in your own hands, be a charming little woman!
Today is a very unforgettable day in my life. Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to attend my 50th birthday party, which brought me many sincere wishes and added infinite festive atmosphere to this birthday party. On behalf of my family, I would like to take this opportunity to extend my warmest welcome and heartfelt thanks to all the guests!
We always grow old too fast. I can't believe it's been half a century, I've been half a century! Twenty, thirty, forty ... it seems like yesterday! Although 50 years old means that the golden age of life has passed, I believe that people's spirit is regardless of age, and I will always keep my spirit evergreen!
At the age of 50, I still have half of my life journey (I plan to live to at least 99 years old! Looking back, I am grateful for the sweat and tears I shed, the love and betrayal I met, the joy and regret I experienced, and the dribs and drabs of the past often remind me. I thank my parents for their life and efforts, and also thank those who accompany me to taste the ups and downs of life. In the following days, I will continue to work hard for myself and the people I love, and strive to interpret the value of life with my own hands! Although the road ahead is still bumpy, I only hope that the years ahead will be safe and practical!