May, pick up the lost youth

Time is like a cloud, passing over the head inadvertently. Through the vicissitudes of life, I raised my head. On April 24 of the lunar calendar, I found that I had walked through my 54-year-old life slowly without exposure to the midday sun and young passion, I always want to turn back the fragments of life and arrange the deep and shallow footprints on the journey of life. I don’t know whether these traces will be forgotten slowly and at the end of time. First, in the year of destiny, the world of mortals is long and the years are rustling. Time is always relentlessly corroding people’s appearance. Unconsciously, it has stepped into the late autumn of life. Looking at the distant sky, the sky and water are hazy, the life in autumn devours my thoughts. The years without passion go round and round. Work and work have become the theme of life. The old body and mind often feel melancholy inexplicably, dwelling in your own season, looking at those colors that contain youth quietly, and wanting to touch a bit of green to make your calm state of mind full of waves. An autumn wind, full of fallen leaves. The autumn of life has both desert and indifferent beauty. As I grow older, I prefer the light and pure feeling. The silent night is my most real moment, A cup of tea, a book, a sentence that has nothing to do with youth. Life is incomplete, but I always hope to be more perfect. Now think about it, when I was young, I was filled with green stubbornness, and when I was middle-aged, I was more persistent in the coordinate of life, from soldiers to government officials, I have always been faithful to justice. No matter how far this stubbornness and persistence have drawn for my life, I have always adhered to the unyielding nature. My life is ordinary, stubborn and upright. I have devoted all my efforts to work, but there is no position to show off. I am simple in life, let alone the ups and downs, unconsciously, the long river of time rushed me into the annual rings of knowing destiny. I was unwilling to grow old, some regrets and some memories were like yesterday and smoke. Misty Rain fleeting, flowers bloom. Looking at the moving sunset, I always thought that it was time to draw a beautiful curve for my life. Many emotions piled up in my mind, spreading out white papers and notes, not in the sunset. Four Seasons of Life, rich and autumn. If spring is the beginning of love and summer is warm and tactful, then autumn is a calm gathering. People come to autumn, which is the most meaningful chapter. No matter you are on the summit of the waterfront mountain, there will be a long wind. Autumn is the loneliest cold in the high place, just like the life of autumn, which accompanies me for years. In the years, no one can predict his own destiny, I hope that at this time, I can use half of my life’s experience to thank my relatives with love, spread friendship with affection, and benefit future generations in the year of knowing the destiny. Second, looking back at the annual rings of the years, time accumulates memories. When the spring breeze blows, it is the moment when the old mother returns home. At this time, my mood was terrible and thorough. I knew that I was reluctant to leave my mother alone in my hometown. Although I could visit and chat in the daytime, the elderly would feel less at night and it was a long night, the elderly will definitely be lonely and lonely. I really want my mother to stay by my side forever, and accompany me in this way. When I can come back from work, the first time I saw my mother’s figure, I shouted: Mom! I get off work! Eat and sleep together, just like snuggling beside my mother when I was a child. The life of an old mother is full, steadfast and even happier. Thirty-five years ago, when I became a soldier, my youth flickered in my fifteen years of military career. In the military camp, I felt the affection and warmth of blood thicker than water, and what was the cohesion of power. Years of experience and education and edification of the army have cultivated my tough character and determination; The special nature of the army has made me understand the importance and value of peace more deeply than ordinary people. My military career and military mission gave me the opportunity to participate in Tangshan earthquake relief in, and wrote a moving poem with my own practical actions; the battle of self-defense and counterattack in made me feel the war of blood and fire. I am proud of being a soldier, and I am proud of being a soldier. Now, although I have known the destiny, I still love the hot life of that year. I have experienced in my life and prospered in the process of hardship. My younger brother and I both became national cadres, both of whom were proud pillars in my mother’s eyes. I lived in the same family for three generations, and my grandson was more shining like my grandmother. Think about today, the excellent son has become a talent, which is better than the brilliance of his elder generation. When thinking of these, his plain heart suddenly ripples. Light a cigarette and hold a cup of tea in hand. The graceful smoke fills the air of prosperity. Night is a gentle pain. Open your heart and miss a period of past events. A person is stirring a nostalgic heart. The flowery appearance flashes before your eyes, and the soft moaning reminds you of it. You are so familiar, so warm, so warm. Looking back at the twilight, the past is experienced, Haggard, warm and full of desolation, full of confusion, full of bitterness, everything is so clear and profound, and the life of 54 years is vivid in my mind. Third, no matter how we describe the youth and incomplete life, it is difficult to outline the perfection. Along the way, I realized the ups and downs of life, joys and sorrows, and many more concerns made us live too tired. Unconsciously, youth slipped away in time. If everything could come back, I thought, I will live a lot more relaxed and free. Sending my mother back to my hometown made me unhappy, but when I walked into the country path and saw the hazy village from a distance, I felt happy again. I remembered the scene that I joined the army and left my hometown more than 30 years ago with red flowers on my chest. At that time, my hometown was very poor, and many children could not wear cotton shoes in winter. The scene of rags was still in sight. A green military uniform is what many children yearn for, and how many soldiers want to realize their ideals! It has been nearly 40 years since I left my hometown in a flash. All the little ones in those years have grown into big ones. The immature little faces have already been covered with ravines. Life has undergone earth-shaking changes. Many villagers have also driven cars, all my playmates and grandchildren of my age have gone to primary school. Every time I met them, even if I had a rest at home, I was still respectful, caring and attentive, which made me immersed in deep intoxication, thinking of my childhood partners, and then my heart became young. In May, the spring is bright and the rain is drizzling, but the fast-paced life makes people out of breath. I can only walk into my hometown, see the mountains and rivers in my hometown, flowers bloom, and my mood rushes, the passion of childhood flooded in my heart, and I caught the shadow of youth again. The jujube trees in the yard stood in the center of the House bravely, shaking the leaves all over the body and cheering mother’s arrival. The old tree has grown far higher than the roof ridge, with twigs circling and luxuriant branches and leaves. The trunk is thicker than the washbasin, and the brown bark is mottled and cracked. The vicissitudes of time leave deep marks, which make it look old and stronger. At the southernmost end of the yard, there is a locust tree grown by itself with deep memory. I remember that when I left my hometown in those years, it grew to more than high, and now the leaves are already luxuriant. Looking at the swaying green leaves of youth, I thought that the old trees of the same age still show Green and shine the color of youth. Why do I always feel old and lack passion? In the year of destiny, you gave me a deep feeling, and also gave me too much depression. Looking back, some memories are still profound, and the past is as clear as yesterday. To regain youth, to give the autumn season, to paint the flowery of spring, to regain the youth left behind. The hometown in May, the curved path, has the footprints of childhood. The hometown is still green with youth. Walking in the busyness, many beautiful scenery and youth are ignored. Along the tunnel of time, recalling the traces of youth, fragments of memory, stirring the strings of youth, playing again with imperfect life, the warm notes brightened my dim sky. A period of sunshine and sorrow are the images we have experienced, a period of emotion and a miss, all of which are the scenery in our life. In the year of destiny, with old achievements, we hide the harvest. Looking back, the lost youth is still rooted in the soul. Life is incomplete. Excessive pursuit of perfection makes us ignore too many scenery, life is like a one-way ticket with no starting point or ending point. Slow down the pace and taste the true meaning of life, so that the short life can smooth the wrinkled mood and enjoy all the way with the most gorgeous pen. It is not necessarily a kind of natural and unrestrained to learn to give up, to care less and to be more happy. The time is getting old, the mood is not. The year of destiny is just a period of time. Looking back at the twilight, everything is still the same. In May, I picked up my youth again and carried a piece of green in my heart, the gait is more free and easy, and more leisurely

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