Author: Zimo
It is better to chase the wind than to wait for it to come. The process of chasing is full of the meaning of life.
Although you have to go through a lot of hardships on the road, experience wind and frost, and reap the rewards of life in the wind and rain, so there is no shortcut to any place worth reaching, let alone age.
No matter when in life, only by unremitting efforts and moving forward toward hope can we reach the beautiful palace of life.
Facing the vicissitudes of the world, I am not afraid of changes in wind and clouds. When the colors of the seasons gradually dry up, I will listen to the wind and let the north wind rage all night, roaring across the long street and sweeping away the streets. The fallen leaves on the trees piled up into mountains of loneliness.
Facing the passage of time, I am not afraid of aging. I also look at the old trees in early winter, with their cracked bark and thick bodies. I feel a little tired. Now I am no longer stalwart, but I still have the stubbornness in my life. Still as strong as ever.
Walking through the waterfront of time, sitting in the scenery of the years, looking at the traces left by the vicissitudes of life, you will feel some regrets and some sighs.
The story of life and the scenery of the mortal world are repeated again and again, reincarnated in the alternation of seasons.
Some people say that everything in life is full of vicissitudes, while others say that everything in life is beautiful, but the mentality is different.
And I want to say that life is full of memories, but there is no need to be sad, because it is a necessity of life and an experience of life.
In the wind or rain, if you hold a grateful heart and fill it with the mellow fragrance of life, the cups will contain human fireworks and light fragrance.
Beyond cups and cups, feelings can be instilled. I will write down the pen for every joy, using my mood and words to describe the most beautiful flowers in life in the most beautiful time.
No matter it is in the wind or in the rain, as long as you work unremittingly, you can let your life fly and let yourself fly in a vast joy. Especially after middle age, you should always cultivate your heart in the vicissitudes of time. Resting, waiting for a good thing, and it will never leave.
In my middle age, I have a lot of feelings. I start to write about the sun and the moon, and write about life. Although I lack the blessing of ideals and dreams, my yearning for beauty is unswerving.
Time is like water, flowing through the middle-aged years. Along the way, gold is found only when the big waves wash away the sand, washing away all the flowers, leaving no worries, filtering out the hustle and bustle, leaving no noise, leaving only the lines of poems with a quiet mood. Decorating the window of the middle-aged heart, mature beauty is like a familiar old song that can be sung casually.
Regarding the traces of middle age, there is no need to rush to explore. In fact, there are true feelings and true intentions in your heart. Your confidence and smile are already colorful. Let the experience brew in your heart and let your thoughts brew. Fragrance, even if the years are dull, life is still simple and rich, and middle age itself is a wonderful chapter.
So, I stopped at the inn of life and looked from afar, the frost and water returned to the gully, and the wind fell and the trees returned to the mountains. There is deep meaning and distance in the eyes, and the road under your feet, wind and rain, are all scenery worth admiring along the way.
The mountains are cold and frost is falling, and the moon is full of smoke and gray. I am proud of my middle-aged maturity and spiritual open-mindedness, and I have poetry in my heart. I can also entertain myself and please myself when I take a break from my busy life, not to mention the exclusive fun of fireworks days.
The seasons are always changing, and the scenery of life also changes with time. Appreciate what you want, don't go against your heart, you can make a relationship wherever you meet, don't go retrograde, and you will feel warm and comfortable in the right time.
After middle age, when the heat of the world is gone, I understand that the warmth of spring is also tranquility, walking in the snow to look for plum blossoms is also warm, and the clouds are rolling and relaxing, and the gathering and separation of fate is also peace.
When a person reaches middle age, he hides his edge, remains calm and optimistic, and slowly solves the difficult problem of life. Perhaps, no matter what choice he makes, there will be regrets. I just keep my heart warm in the dead of night, but when I wake up, Come, the frost condenses the beauty, the sun also warms, and you feel at ease, and you are a hundred times more confident.
When you reach middle age, your heart's desires are worth overcoming obstacles all the way. As long as you live, you must open a road over the mountains and build a bridge over the water. Therefore, even if you are not old in middle age, you can still gallop thousands of miles.
At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cao Cao led his army to eliminate Dong Zhuo, the Yellow Turban Army, Lu Bu, Yuan Shu, Yuan Shao, Liu Biao and other local forces, and controlled the northern territory. Yuan Shao's son defected to Wuhuan in the north. The 53-year-old Cao Cao personally led an army to completely conquer the 200,000 Wuhuan people. After his triumphant return, he wrote "Stepping out of the Xiamen": "The old man is in trouble, and his ambition is a thousand miles. In his old age, a martyr is full of ambition." ”
“I am an old man, but I am ambitious for a thousand miles.” If Cao Cao is like this at the age of 53, why should we lament that everything will stop when he reaches middle age?
When a person reaches middle age, he must reconcile with life and accept himself seriously. Self-transcendence is the ability, and helping others is the pattern. After middle age, you must understand that you should save yourself first when you save others.
I remember a story about a monk and a butcher living in the same room. The monk wanted to get up early in the morning to chant sutras, while the butcher wanted to get up early to kill pigs. Because they were afraid of being too lazy to sleep in and get up late, they agreed to wake each other up in the morning.
So day after day, year after year, many years later the monk and the butcher died. As a result, the butcher went to heaven and the monk went to hell. Some people were puzzled and asked, why?
Because: the monk is ferrying himself, and the butcher is ferrying people, so it is said that when you ferry yourself, you first ferry others, and when you ferry others, you finally ferry yourself! He only wants to save himself, does not care about others, and even allows others to do evil. In the end, he still cannot save himself.
Therefore, forgive everything to others before going to bed, and when you wake up, you will be reborn. As long as you work hard to live every day, your heart will be kind, and between good and evil, compassion is the best joy. The rest is just a passing thought!
When people reach middle age, they have been in decline and glory. The years have carved the wrinkles on our foreheads, but the vicissitudes of life cannot erase the yearning in our hearts. In a warm life, a mature life has already begun. The flower of wisdom.
Don’t be afraid of the vicissitudes of life, let time pass by quietly, leaving many mottled memories, but we still spend every hardship in the wind, frost, snow and rain.
When we stop and look back, there will always be some scenes that have been turned pale by the years into the helplessness of middle age. There will also always be some fragments that are enough to warm the memories of a lifetime, but we will still forget the scenery of the past and stride forward. forward.
Let the past placed in time go with the wind. If we think of it inadvertently, it is also the driving force for us to move forward.
Just like this morning with thin frost, I passed by a cluster of chrysanthemums in full bloom, with a beautiful color like the sun. I looked at it with all my heart, and was speechless, but I was also happy in my heart.
Love all beautiful things. Even a faint ray of light in the darkness of a dark night, a subtle touch of red in the silence, can become the hope of our lives.
After middle age, facing the triviality of life, I learned to draw beauty from the ordinary and find beauty in the triviality.
Because time has taught us understanding and tolerance. After the passage of time, we have learned, practiced and cherished, and we are no longer cynical and blaming.
Understanding in middle age is also a gift from reality, because time has passed and we have learned to dare to take responsibility. We no longer rely on others and no longer shirk responsibilities.
Time will take away everything, and time will give everything. Although time has worn away our elegance, it has also brought us a mature charm; although time has dimmed our appearance, it has infiltrated wisdom and indifference into our lives.
Therefore, only by continuously enriching ourselves can we save our middle-aged life. Only with self-confidence, self-esteem and self-love can we control our middle-aged life in the vicissitudes of life.