Our prose 1 brings people to middle age, and we have entered middle age unconsciously with a flick of our fingers. Middle age is an extension of youth and a farewell to youth. Stepping into middle age, and only middle age, is the greatest beauty in the world-the green fruit of life has become so full; The hustle and bustle of life struggle precipitated into elegance; Heavy social responsibility has also dissolved into the daily life form; Handy work experience and experience give us full confidence. The past is often a free and contradictory body and mind, and only at this moment can it be completely in harmony with itself.
Middle age is like a tree, growing on the soil of realism. Philosophers say: what is reasonable is reality, and what is realistic is also reasonable. Then, the realistic middle age is equivalent to the reasonable middle age. Only after middle age did I understand: if you can't love, don't love, if you can't come, don't come, don't think about what you shouldn't, don't want what you can't, and don't say it resolutely. Contented people are always happy!
Middle-aged life is often like a glass of boiled water. Knowing that it is weak, you have to drink it every day, so you will naturally understand the taste of boiled water, and the aftertaste is always helpless. It is more clear after middle age that flying in the sky is always a bird's business, and people only have to run, jump and jump on the ground. When people reach middle age, no hurry or impatience has become the' appearance' of life, and tepid has become the inner nature of personality. It has entered the noon of the day when carrying heavy loads, but when people reach middle age, they still have young dreams and beautiful pursuits in their hearts.
Middle-aged people are too lazy to complain. Suffering from a middle-aged disease, it looks like "knocking out the front teeth and swallowing them in the stomach." However, there is beauty in middle age: "Branches are fruits of prosperity." Middle-aged people like harmony, beauty, stability and stability. "When people look at paintings in middle age, they can see a quiet and self-sufficient state of mind." When people reach middle age, they find themselves used to heavy shoulders. Although modern life needs innovation and change, if we lose our firm belief and constant pursuit, we will inevitably lose ourselves in the change.
Some people say that life is like a dream. If life is really as beautiful as a dream, what's the point of living? Enjoy life in your dreams! But there are also separation, distress, wind and rain, gossip, and everything that is inevitable and unwilling to face.
Some people say that my life is just plain. If you really want to be plain, it can only show that you are mediocre, because plain is not necessary, but a free sky for pursuing, struggling and daydreaming after hard work. She gives people imagination, enlightenment and a kind of living pleasure. And mediocrity can only be a waste of time, so great youth will be wasted, and the required dullness is an accessory of mediocrity. I always thought that plain can only be the highest realm of life that has experienced ups and downs.
Middle age is "full", just like a pot of water is full before it overflows, just like a beautiful and rich woman in ancient times. Middle age is the age of reason. "Enthusiastic and sensitive people often can't achieve anything until after middle age." "Only in middle age can people deeply understand the meaning, responsibility and problems of life and reflect on the truth of life, so the sense of sadness and joy can be profound."
After middle age, many people left, many things faded when they looked at them, many dreams were shattered when they were doing it, and many tears flowed dry. Life is a vicissitudes in the dust. However, looking back, everything in the world has become bitter, sweet and sour.
How many beautiful dreams have drifted away, how many young faces have been gaunt, and suddenly looking back, it is a long way to go, and the gains and losses are very light; How much yesterday's romance cooled down and how much I was moved? Looking back suddenly, I was middle-aged, and naturally came and went.
When people reach middle age, only when they reach middle age can they be qualified to enter the glorious hall of wisdom. The middle-aged boat is in the middle of the water, but the middle-aged boat has no shore. ...
Growth is painful, and the span from youth to middle age far exceeds other periods.
From teenagers to young people, it is the growth of self-awareness, longing for a free and unrestrained life, like longing, and endless imagination for the future. At this time, it is accompanied by rebellion, willfulness and hegemony!
From middle age to old age, it is a helpless process, and society and relatives from attention to neglect. From main labor force to unwilling burden. More is eager to accompany, cherish life and cherish the past.
What really makes people grow up is the transition from youth to middle age. Just like the wind is going to turn into a tree. Yes, I use these two completely incompatible words to describe the changes in this period. Youth is the wind without baggage, which can go to the ends of the earth and have no purpose. There are gains, growth and loss in enjoyment and tempering. Sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, seems crazy, but it is a portrayal of youth. You can walk barefoot in the rainy streets of bustling cities, or talk to strangers in strange streets of strange cities. Youth, I can't copy every day When I insist on enjoying the surprise of life, time gives me even more surprises.
One day, I found that my parents had full hair, and then I realized that maybe it was time for me to take responsibility. Fear, panic, I can't help but question time, when did it become so hasty? Why is there no sign? Indifference, indifference, I feel so indifferent, time tells me that I am wandering between cities and get carried away; It was when I was intoxicated with the light rain in spring, enjoying the sunshine in summer, sighing the ruthlessness in autumn and feeling the sunshine in winter that it completed the cycle of the four seasons.
Fear and loss can't stop the pace of time, it is still unhurried, calm and orderly.
Sudden responsibilities suffocate me, life binds me and limits my freedom. I want to learn to be as tough as a tree and learn to bear it.
This process is long and terrible, which makes people desperate. Perhaps, my parents have given up hope. Perhaps, since I was born, they have never thought about getting anything in return. I still argue with them like adolescence, but it is followed by endless troubles.
I don't know when I started, but I gradually learned to be tolerant. No longer expect people in the world, like me, to learn to respect each other's differences and appreciate the beauty of life; I also cherish like-minded friends and colleagues, which is very valuable.
I began to learn to chat and call my mother who was still angry just now, and I couldn't bear to see her a little sad anymore. I am willing to be embarrassed by myself, and I also want to make people who care comfortable.
Start learning to accept your fate. Yes, I heard right. I resigned myself. Admit that there are too many injustices for us to change, and too many irrationalities still exist. Don't differentiate and don't try to change anything. You can only adapt yourself, not go with the flow.
Some people can bear the responsibility of a nation, and some people can't even bear their own responsibilities. Looking back at yourself, you should belong to someone who can't even meet the basic requirements. I can take responsibility except myself, which leaves my parents. Even my children, I dare not take this responsibility.
My mother is angry with me for this life. I can only coax her, but I won't give in. I have tried my best to do what a middle-aged person should do. This is the limit. Some people can strengthen themselves in responsibility, but I, obviously not, have too much pressure of responsibility, which will only make me collapse. Just like some people can tidy up their houses quickly, and I spent a day just moving things from the bedroom to the living room and from this closet to that closet. I'm really not good at it.
This is growth, this is middle age, and I began to blur myself and focus on the people I love and the most important people in my life. For them, you can be wronged, you can be perfect, you can smile with tears, you can say "I am very happy!" " "