Many years ago, when I entered middle age, my life was in the middle of life, my two sons had just entered the school, and my daughters were also beautiful and lovely. As a village cadre, I have a stable job and a harmonious family. During the festive season, I always have fun with my family. I remember one year during the Spring Festival, several grandchildren rushed into my arms and asked me to tell bedtime stories. 
My heart is like a layer of honey, sweet. At that time, my old hair and little Amin were still struggling to survive in the village. He was born with a disability, and he was not very good-looking, and none of the girls would marry him, so he could only be alone. I often joke that he is "five big and three coarse", and he can only talk about it. I often secretly rejoice that my life is not as difficult as his. At that time, I was convinced that I had to be the happiest person in the village. The bright future spreads out at my feet, and the smiling faces of my family are the air I live on. 
I firmly believe that I will not hit the south wall because I stand tall and see far away. I forgot that the gears of fate are secretly rubbing and generating heat, fifty steps and a hundred steps, fate has just warmed up. Time flies, and my two sons have started a family and brought back two daughters-in-law. In order to give my son a better start, my wife and I smashed the pot and sold iron, and scraped together two high bride prices. At that moment, we were happy and apprehensive - happy that our son had another half of the day, and worried that this spending of money had almost exhausted our belongings. A few years passed in the blink of an eye, and the two daughters-in-law gave birth to children one after another. My wife and I were ecstatic, and a few little lives were born in front of us. At first, we were immersed in the responsibility and joy of being grandparents, but gradually, a look of exhaustion and anxiety crept up on our faces. 
The five little ones grew up noisily, and no matter how much we tidy up our old house, there is no room for so many new lives. It didn't take long for us to be "politely" invited out - the children had to live with the whole family, and we, the elderly, became superfluous. So my wife and I had to sit in a dilapidated cowshed. That's more than a decade. Fate is like a ruthless master of tricksters, secretly twisting the mechanism behind his back, and the first half of our lives is beautiful, and the second half of our lives are bleak;My old hair little Armin had a hard time in the first half of his life, and he was comfortable in the second half of his life. My wife and I looked at each other, at the crumbling roof and ground of the cowshed. Not far away, my old friend has moved into a renovated old house. It's a feast of fate, and we're all secretly guessing what new jokes it will give us next. 
The first winter I moved to the cowshed, I had a cold and fever, and when I learned that my children had refused to pay our medical bills again, my heart felt like someone had pinched it hard. After getting a little better, I lit a low-quality cigarette with trembling hands and leaned against the cold wall to smoke it step by step. I suddenly wanted to cry, and suddenly I couldn't feel anything. I remember that it was already dark, and the winter kang fire exuded warmth through the cracks in the window, but it had nothing to do with me. Parents have the grace to nurture their children, and children also have the responsibility to support their parents. But nowadays, the responsibility of support is limited to a little pocket money every month and a short reunion for the New Year. 
This meager warmth rippled in my heart, and soon calmed down again. Aside from this remaining connection, they all seem to have drifted away from us. My wife and I often reminisce about the past in the twilight, watching the children on the ** gradually become stranger under the polish of the years. "They've grown up and have a life of their own. This is a sentence that the old wife often says, but how can the tone of the voice be so gratifying, I really heard it, it was clearly a layer of disappointment and helplessness. Over the years, my old friend Amin has gradually become more comfortable living on the ** subsidy. He moved into a renovated house, and I heard that the village well-wishers would visit him regularly to give him some necessities or good food. 
When I saw him, he was riding a new electric car, with a genuine smile on his face, and he greeted me happily, his intact lips raised in a beautiful arc. I still remember when we were younger, I used to make fun of him for not being good-looking, and mocking him for not finding his other half. At that time, I was immersed in my beautiful appearance and work, thinking that I could stand tall and see far, but I didn't know that the gears of fate were secretly running. Now the smile on my face has been eaten away by the years, but his smile is shining brighter and brighter. "Would you like to have a cup of tea together?He greeted me warmly. I gladly went, but my heart fluctuated. I am happy for my old friend to have a new life, and I am sincerely happy for him. 
But at the same time, I can't help but be a little envious, envious of his current living state, and that face like a spring breeze. Destiny is like a ruthless master, specially showing the ants in the world what is called "surprise". It points and points and determines the trajectory of your life;It moves our hands and makes us rise and fall in it. As I watched Amin ride away on his electric scooter and turn back to the dilapidated cowshed, a feeling of emptiness hit me. The old wife was curled up on the bed, and her legs hurt again. I helped her up and got up slowly, thinking back to my beautiful past. How happy we were at that time, we were intoxicated by the darling of fate, and we could hold up a piece of the sky alone. 
We never thought we'd fall one day, falling from a tall building to the ground, and we'd be crushed. And my old friend Amin, on the other hand, was in the stormy years of my strongest years. He struggled to keep his imperfect body alive in the world, just to walk a few more steps. He doesn't have the luxury of standing tall and doesn't want to be the darling of fate. All he wanted was a bed to lie on and a meal to eat. That's his little luck. And today, Amin's fate and I are misaligned. I fell to the bottom, and he was favored by fate;I am surrounded by children and grandchildren, but he is abandoned in the corner of life, and he is alone, but he has received the gift of life. 
This is the cruelty of reality, this is the impermanence of life. When you are still immersed in the favor of fate, the hand of fate has been quietly withdrawn;While you are still laughing at how unbearable fate is at the mercy of others, that merciless hand is already hovering over your head.