Time flies by. The oldest post-70s generation is 54 years old this year, and the youngest is 45 years old.
Gradually, I no longer like to call friends, I prefer to be close to nature, I like a simple, relaxed, healthy and natural lifestyle, I also like to reminisce, and I will care about someone. 
There is no longer youth and frivolity, but more of a calm, peaceful, and maybe tolerant and tolerant when encountering things.
This generation has experienced so much that no matter how many regrets there are, there is no going back. I can't go back to that passionate and innocent era.
When I have troubles, I learn to digest them by myself, and then quietly look at this realistic and hypocritical world.
learned to forbear, obviously turning the river and the sea in his heart, but he still had a smile on his face. No matter how much you care about a person, you will pretend that it doesn't matter, the clouds are light and light, and you are obviously unhappy, but you also adapt to that kind of helplessness, your own wounds, and hide your vulnerability.
Sometimes I'm in a bad mood and don't want to talk to anyone, so I'll be in a daze alone, thinking about the people who are gone away and the summer days that will never come again.
Sometimes I feel irritable, my heart is very stuffy, and I see that none of the people around me understand me, and I am very lonely. Sometimes it feels out of place in the world, and those things that have been held on to have to be given up, and everything changes beyond recognition.
Sometimes, the idea suddenly comes to me that I want to escape from my present life, desperate for anything, and maybe on the way the soul can be fully free. However, without breaking through the invisible shackles, a heavy responsibility cannot be let go of on his shoulders. 
Someone said to you one day: You have changed, yes, people always have to adapt to life with mixed feelings. The loneliness that goes deep into the bone marrow is not that there is no one around, but that there are people around but they are still lonely, and there are many words in my heart, and there is no person I want to express. What else can I do except a bitter smile.
When I was a child, I laughed when I was happy and cried when I was unhappy, but when I grew up, I smiled happily and laughed when I was unhappy. Many times I want to indulge and get drunk completely, but I am afraid that I will be even more sad about alcohol.
The once innocent and wild dream, now it has returned to reality, I feel a little powerless, sometimes I suddenly feel a little trance, I don't know where I am in the dream, and I lose myself. After the 70s, standing at the intersection of growth, looking forward and looking back, they are all vast. 
Sometimes I suddenly get tired of real life, I hope to have a warm harbor to rest, and I am a little scared and overwhelmed in the face of the future, and I don't like to look in the mirror anymore, for fear of seeing myself getting old.
Sometimes, when I see a bridge and hear a song, I suddenly think of someone I haven't seen for a long time. Struggling with memories, there are many pasts that I can't let go.
When people reach middle age, they don't bother to explain anything in the face of misunderstandings, and they understand that some people's prejudices have been formed, so why bother to talk about it.
When people reach middle age, they can't do anything in the face of a little passage of time. There is nothing else to do but adjust your mindset. This is an embarrassing age, talking about death too early, talking about love is too hypocritical. 
Mr. Yang Jiang said: When people reach middle age, the best state is to be low to your life and high to your soul.
After slowly running 5 and 6, I understand that there is no end to life, only a beginning. The so-called life is endless, and it is moving forward without regrets. Always positive, always with tears in your eyes.
To the post-70s generation who are getting older