Life is a life, grass and trees are autumn. When I was a child, I had no concept of time, life, birth, old age, sickness and death.
After the age of forty, you will find that the passage of time makes you panic.
I never admit that I am old, and I am not ready for it. But after blowing out the birthday candles, I found that I had reached the age of knowing the destiny of heaven.
Zeng remembered that the young man rode a bamboo horse, and in the blink of an eye, he became a pulsatilla.
The Jin Ge Iron Horse, which he longed for when he was a teenager, was full of spirit, and he didn't know when it had become a firework in a dream, and the quicksand at his fingertips. My childhood friends, fishing and catching shrimp together all day long, grew up, and in order to make a living, they went their separate ways and scattered all over the world.
The boy who once dreamed under the stars thought that people would never grow old and that their parents would always be our patron saints.
Before I took a nap, my father had been dead for 8 years. Some of their peers in the village have also left this world due to illness.
In the past, it was to give new words to say sorrow, but now there is suffering and I have to hold it in my heart.
In the vast sea of people, the world, who do you tell to? Who wants to hear from you? ** world, who has not yet a little helplessness and sorrow.
The sign of old age is not only the appearance of aging, thinning hair, and gray temples. And also:
You have more than enough heart and not enough powerlessness to do anything;
The loneliness of you sitting in a group of people at a party with nothing to say;
You like to reminisce about the past and nostalgia for the bonds of your hometown;
You have finally reconciled with the world and reconciled with yourself.
A small vegetable garden in front of my hometown.
Getting old and being scattered go hand in hand.
From childhood, adolescence to youth and middle age, the acquaintances, classmates, comrades-in-arms, colleagues, friends, and even relatives, with the passage of time, the waves sweep the sand, the contact gradually decreases, and some slowly disappear and no longer bother each other.
I used to be small, and I was almost inseparable throughout my childhood and adolescence, and after school, I was not at my house when I was not at his house, or I played outdoors together
After graduating from high school, I enlisted in the army, and he went south to work. Since then, only when I go home during the Spring Festival every year can I meet and chat. Gradually, I went back to my hometown less and less, and we had less and less common topics. Now become a friend who occasionally likes each other's circle of friends.
The first love in the past, smiling like a flower, charming eyes like silk, like a spring breeze, not seen for a day, such as every three autumns.
I saw that her passion was irrepressible, and she saw me blush and her heart beat. At that time, the sky was exceptionally blue and the water was exceptionally clear. The morning sun and the sunset are the most beautiful scenery because there are people who see the scenery together. It was a time of warmth, warmth, warmth. Later, not later. For various reasons, Lao Yan flew one after another, and the sky was separated.
Former classmates, classmates for three years, like-minded, like siblings, like brothers.
Eat together, exercise together, study together, go for a walk together. The streets and alleys next to the school, the field paths, and the embankments of the river dams all have us walking side by side.
We talk about unknown and confused lives, we talk about girls we like but don't dare to chase, and we are indignant about the dark side of some society. When we failed in the college entrance examination, we wrote letters to encourage each other. Later, he worked and got married, and I joined the army and went to military school, but slowly the contact became less and less, and then finally lost contact.
Relatives whose blood is thicker than water, melons that bear fruit on a vine, grow up together, bathe in the wind and rain together, and start a family together.
When the old people of the family are alive, every New Year's holiday, no matter where they are, even if they are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, they have to pack large bags and small bags, drag their families with their mouths, day and night, in order to go back to their hometown to reunite together. Drink happily, drink happily, bless each other, and be very lively.
Slowly, the ancestors and elders always grow old with time, and even though they are reluctant and helpless, they still leave one by one, and when they leave, they never come back.
The younger generations and juniors have also started their own families, worked hard in different cities, reunited, and gathered, which is already a small probability. Walking, walking, and scattering ......
The same is true of the world's pleasures, and everything has flowed in vain since ancient times. Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle. We can't stop aging, we can't control the gathering and dispersion, we can only cherish.
Cherish the body you still have now, and cherish every reunion and parting you have put your true feelings in.
Cherish the wonderful time of drinking tea and chatting with friends, and cherish the morning glow and sunset that you enjoy with your loved ones.