Looking at the desk calendar that turned to the last page, I couldn't help but sigh at the rush of time, unconsciously, the three hundred and sixty-five days of the year have reached the end stage, the years are like a shuttle, the temples are spotted with white hair, and the wrinkles are engraved on the forehead, I have to admit that I have accidentally melted into the afterglow of the sunset, and I can't help but feel a faint sadness in the depths of my heart.
When I was young, I often looked up at the sky, looking forward to when I would grow up. At that time, the dreams were not so colorful, just because the environment affected the inner imagination, but the heart was always intertwined with countless heroic dreams, and I was full of deep admiration for the heroic image established in that era.
At that time, it was really pure and immature, looking at the moon, I would yearn for the freedom of the sky, and counting the stars, I would fantasize about the color of life.
It was very poor at that time, but my heart was warm.
The bonsai of the fortune tree placed on the windowsill of the office, when it was taken over, was the size of a fist, and presented a listless appearance, after a year of flower protection, the fortune tree has grown lush, and has become a beautiful scene with 50 cm high branches and leaves, which has accompanied us day after day.
Nowadays, the fortune tree is slowly growing, and we are getting older.
In the Year of the Rabbit, a few members who had worked together in the epidemic prevention and control class also left, and the general office of more than a dozen people suddenly became much empty, and the rest of us still stuck to our posts, and our professional ethics have always remained in good condition.
No matter what you are working in, no matter what kind of work you do, it is a necessity to support your life. Work is only a part of life, and life is the normal state of life, a mode of raising a family, as for ideals and pursuits can only be derivatives of life.
2023 is coming to an end, and we have both losses and gains.
Actually, we're all afraid of getting old.
There are many, many places that we haven't been to. The dream of going to the end of the world with a sword and riding a thousand miles alone has become a regret because of the fetters of life, and now, I can only look at poetry and the distance.
All year round, spring sprouts new ideas, life is like summer flowers, autumn wind is gorgeous, winter snow is flying, begonias are still the same, we spend day after day in the days of the alternation of seasons.
Actually, we're all afraid of getting old.
The years are like this, and the past is gone. Now that the age has reached an embarrassing time, the parents are old or deceased, leaving endless memories. The vicissitudes of life, our future is in
The sky under the setting sun, like a concert with the background of lights removed, instantly faded away from all the sparkle and prosperity, leaving a seemingly beautiful tail, but in fact it was just a lonely place.
Actually, we're all afraid of getting old.
Although this world is full of affection and makes us constantly appreciate the hardships of life, the fireworks in the world also fascinate us so much. Only by grasping this fleeting time can we not waste this only momentary life.
This is a bustling and dazed world, where good and evil, beauty and ugliness can be seen everywhere, and everyone can hear joy, sorrow and joy, and no one can live an easy life.
Actually, we're all afraid of getting old.
Life is like a journey, there are too many forks in the road to choose, some people turn around for a lifetime, some people are familiar with each other at this intersection, and become strangers at the next intersection.
Those memories that have disappeared are occasionally remembered, and perhaps, it is also waiting for time to slowly forget.
Looking back at the Year of the Rabbit, I hesitated for a long time, not only the helplessness of seeing through the reality, but also the expectation of the coming of the Year of the Dragon. Either way, the future is always new, and may the Year of the Dragon be healthy, warm and romantic.
However, the warmth that touches the heart will never be a monstrous wave, but a gurgling delicacy, and what touches people's hearts will never be an occasional encounter, but a silent accumulation of time.
Whether it is the morning glow or the sunset, they are actually the same beauty, and the difference between them is only in the order in which they appear. We can dance our youth in the morning glow, or we can release our feelings in the sunset, and the only thing we want is a good state of mind.
The mood is good, the glow is full of sky, the mood is poor, and the afterglow sighs melancholy.
The future is uncertain!May the future be promising!
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About the Author
Qu Shenghui, pen name Huashanjian, a native of Pucheng, Shaanxi, a member of the Weinan Writers Association, is now working in the Municipal Public Security Bureau. He makes good use of rough pen and ink to describe the fireworks in the world, and his articles are scattered on various online platforms.
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