Read such a beautiful article; Although it feels beautiful, it hurts. According to the article, middle age is like a cup of freshly brewed tea, which is filled with attractive fragrance. So I pretended to be at leisure. Imagine yourself walking in the text and opening the curtains gracefully. Lower your head and touch the warm sunshine that falls on the floor through the glass with deep eyes. The freshly brewed spring tea on the coffee table is full of fragrance, and the shade is suitable. The weather outside is just right, and it seems easy to forget the haze these days. The sky is blue, without a cloud, like a leisure heart. It seems that middle age at this moment is as comfortable and leisurely as afternoon.
Or like many dreamers. At this moment, I also miss a close friend far away. Although I am far away, I know each other very well. This is the heart of middle-aged literati, who are doomed to move easily in their leisure time. I am not a leisurely literati, and it is certainly impossible for me to appreciate the taste of tea soaked in the sun.
Middle age, for most people, is a successful career. They are like the weather at noon, as if they are at the climax. As far as the season is concerned, middle age is more like the midsummer of the four seasons, which has burned life to its peak.
In other words, my middle age is destined to wander around the world like a migratory bird. That early summer, I worked in a city in the north. The climate in the north is very soft, and the changes in temperature have been lingering and ambiguous. This kind of weather can be described as lukewarm, sometimes cold and sometimes hot. However, living in someone else's city, my heart is like a rusty lock. I've always wanted to go out and give up heavy work. I want to learn from a scholar and bask in the sun freely. They walk in the sun and enjoy while walking; Of course, there must be an elegant name called "sunbathing".
However, my life will never lack sunshine. Working in the sun is my job, and I can't shirk it.
Middle age is the most homesick! I miss you more every time in the dead of night. I still remember those days at home, my wife "raised" me like an idle person. If I hadn't seen the white hair mixed in my hair in the morning, I even thought I was just a hot-blooded teenager and didn't know how to worry about oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. More often, I learn from others, sit idly by the window, listen to some old songs stored in the computer, or make myself a cup of strong tea and turn over a book that I haven't finished reading for a long time. It's like getting a treasure, from which I understand some simple and clear truths.
There are fewer and fewer such scenes, and many plots seem to be virtual. Its beauty and leisure are very similar to the essay I read about people reaching middle age. People who really understand life should know very well that middle age is actually spent in vagrancy. There is little leisure for drinking tea and listening to music. Naturally, I have read too many such articles, and there will be no more envy, but a lot of disgust. This kind of writing is flashy and full of petty bourgeoisie sentiment, which is not something that ordinary people can enjoy casually.
Children's education seems to be a realistic problem that every middle-aged person has to face. My wife and I went through a lot of hardships about our son's growth. Now, how can I solve this problem? I have read many books and written many words to comfort the world. At this moment, who really understands the meaning? It can be said that it has nothing to do with yourself.
When people reach middle age, they are deeply involved in the world; Learn to be indifferent to the world and stop being stubborn. Clear eyes also began to gradually diffuse turbidity; Really realized that "when people reach middle age, everything stops." Gradually, really forget the world? Gradually, do you understand human feelings? I only know that I gradually lost many of my impulses and lofty sentiments when I was young. Add a lot of free and easy and unprovoked sadness, treat people honestly and put them down calmly. No longer demanding others, no longer forcing yourself. The heart is like a clear spring, quiet and calm. In silence, looking back, I find that life is short, but it is so beautiful, which is really memorable. It's like a meteor streaking across the night sky and suddenly falling. What else can I have except some mottled memories?
I really want a quiet place. I've been thinking about it. In a person's life, about one or two confidants get together, quietly drink tea and read articles, seek quiet and far-reaching space in a restless world, laugh at gossip and forgive others' dissatisfaction or ignorance with a tolerant attitude. It seems that this is not something I can accomplish in middle age. If I have to achieve it, it will take another 20 years, after I am 60 years old. I like such a poem very much. I wonder who wrote it. Because it is true, I remember it deeply: my favorite flowers are fireworks and snowflakes, not because they are beautiful. But they are like life, like a person. ...
Yes! The more beautiful things are, the easier it is to wither. Then, no matter how hard it is, it will pass. Time is ruthless but true. She is like a sharp scissors, cutting the years inch by inch. And life is gradually reduced with a little increase in white hair. What we see, trees, flowers, sun, moon and stars, shine in spring and wither in autumn. In the spring of next year, they will be richer and more energetic. Life is only once for each of us, and it will never return. Those so-called past lives and afterlife are just lies of love and excuses to shirk, such as "holding your hand and growing old with your son"; Or "Let's grow old together". Some beautiful things, just talk, but can't understand; Too often, we are just spectators, or there is nothing romantic in this world.
I had too many regrets when I was young. There were both laughter and tears at that time; It's just that I still don't understand that there is no need to ask too much for the icing on the cake above happiness; When you are depressed, you don't have to worry about things getting worse. When you are lonely, you can enjoy the lonely smoke in the desert and look for the moss on the Millennium stone steps. This was once a dream planted in countless days. However, to this day, dreams are still dreams and have nothing to do with my life. Even if you regret it, you will gain something. In the quiet night, let the moonlight flow into the heart garden, in the blur, in the moonlight of the lotus pond, the pen tip is light and the tassel is an enlarged ripple.
This is youth, which used to be too extravagant and wasteful. When people reach middle age, they can only miss it deeply. ...
It suddenly occurred to me that this sentence seemed enlightening. Only regard ideal as desire, not desire as ideal. Perhaps such a life will be magnificent, colorful and full of human feelings!
Among poets, I prefer Haizi. Of course, it is more because of his song "Be a Happy Man". Haizi has the feeling of "facing the sea and blooming in spring", but he just chose the sadness and loneliness of "turning off the lights and destroying the city". Maybe he was too tired to look up at the rainbow after the storm, and the butterflies without heartbeat danced lightly over the flower fields. On the railway track, he hastily ended the pain of life. Perhaps, he has not yet entered middle age, and he has not fully understood that people are not only living simply, but also shouldering more responsibilities. For relatives and friends, no matter how good he is, if he takes this road, he will inevitably be accused. In fact, life is a bittersweet journey. We wander in a barren dream and walk tirelessly, which has nothing to do with turbulent clouds and poverty. Only in our lifetime can we live a quiet and leisurely life with our loved ones and cherish every day. This is a kind of happiness.
When people reach middle age, it seems that they have gradually known their own destiny. In my heart, I hope my child can become a phoenix and continue my unfulfilled wish in this life. At this moment, more should be a feeling of peace, even if the burden on our shoulders is heavy. But never relax, relax. ...