Step middle-aged

Looking back, the Green years seem to be the scene of yesterday; Looking up, it is already an immediate thing for people to reach middle age. Inscription the day before yesterday, my daughter found out my photo when I was 18 years old, and she was surprised unconsciously. In the photo, my head was like silk and black hair scattered on my shoulders, and a white coat made my skin look white as snow. The delicate face was cut with autumn water reflecting the moon, and the gurgling eyes were flowing. Although it was not a country, it was also a small family Jade. Now I can’t find any shadow of the past, even my daughter laments the ruthlessness of the years. Years are ruthless. A simple word may not only refer to the appearance of getting old, but also the appearance of youth has passed away! My slightly cool fingers touched my dry cheek, and my heart suddenly felt a little sad. From youth to middle age, it seems that there is only one step away. It is so close that people have no time to recall and think. However, the eyes are charming, and there is only vicissitudes in the eyebrows. How sad! qi yue flow fire. The hot sunshine was burnt ruthlessly, and even the leaves were curled up, with less anger and hope, reflecting the bright light burning people’s eyes. Tonight, the sound of insects outside the window chirps. The tireless summer cicada was making noise on the plane tree, and several dogs barked and echoed in the distance. The small town was brightly lit, and The Mountain Shadow was blurred in the distance. There is no trace of wind in the hot and dry air. Open the window and welcome some moths to accompany me. Watch them rise and fall around the light, flapping the light with a pair of thin wings, the lamp was banging. That was a brave worm. Unexpectedly, the fervent high temperature didn’t avoid it deliberately, but rushed forward. This kind of behavior naturally falls into people’s eyes and is ignorant of the current situation. Sitting in the room, the hot air encircled and suppressed, sweating like rain. The thin shirt sticks to the back wet, and a little coolness invades the skin, but it doesn’t feel comfortable, and it gives birth to infinite irritation. This feeling is like a traveller walking in the desert. The sun is scorching his body, the sand is burning on the soles of his feet, the water inside is all evaporated, he opens his weak eyes and drags his floating steps, struggling to use all the strength, stumbling to find the oasis. If there happened to be a hint of wind blowing, it must be like seeing green in the desert, with green light shining in eyes, open mouth, sucking greedily and swallowing. When I was alone, the music was sad, the air was lonely, and even the books at hand were covered with a thick layer of loneliness. There is more rain this year than in previous years. In the daytime, I like holding an umbrella, melting into the rain and fog, watching the water vapor rising in front of me and the pedestrians around me in a hurry. Take a little raindrop in hand, just like holding a crystal clear tear, watching it rolling in the palm, broken, with the fingers flowing, the prosperity of the whole body dispersed. From time to time, there is always a rainstorm pouring down. However, the process of brewing rainwater is long and tangled. Let alone external incentives, internal conditions are also indispensable. Only when appropriate opportunities are brewed, the Thunder will stir the ground fire, dropping thousands of miles. It was like every quarrel between husband and wife, which was always caused by the indefensible and irreconcilable contradictions accumulated for a long time, and caused by external factors, it was vented like a storm. After this vent, it actually enhanced the understanding and understanding between each other. Quarrel has become an indispensable blend in the relationship between husband and wife. It seems that there is such a phenomenon: the couple who seem to quarrel to death but love each other deeply. The couple who seemed to love each other, but they were all in harmony. However, things always have two sides. The fight with my husband a few days ago was like a thorn in my heart, which was hard to get rid. Therefore, my friend said that the drizzle made me worry, and the rainstorm irritated me. A rain unexpectedly made me worry, and I felt so funny. The long road of life, the strange two people from the initial acquaintance, run-in, tacit understanding, to the last interdependent, never leave, bitter and sweet self-knowledge, fortunately and unfortunate only in the heart, it is unknown to outsiders. Raindrops beat the canopy, splashing water drops on the windowsill, just like crystal flowers, exquisitely carved. The green curtain at hand is bright and clear in the rain and fog, like a flourishing tree, which is swaying. When a Rain Flower was blooming in my eyes, I suddenly felt a breeze blowing through my heart, which was infinitely appropriate and cozy. The soft voice of my daughter came from behind me, which was as clear and sweet as the wind under the eaves passing the bell, and the sweetness reached the softest place in my heart. Looking at my daughter’s flowery face, I felt a little trance. It turned out that my daughter was so big. It turned out that the years went so hastily that I was really middle-aged, it turns out that all of these do not need to feel sad. I couldn’t help thinking of: when I was a child, I was a silly person; When I was a teenager, I was innocent and fearless; When I was young, I was a lofty and conceited person, but when I was a middle-aged person, why not? Looking back, the Green years seem to be the scene of yesterday; Looking up, it is already an immediate thing for people to reach middle age. Blink. I can’t keep my youthful appearance, and the temples in the mirror are already dusty. The smile on the lips is no longer pure and fearless. The eyes that used to be like water are all delivered to the world of mortals, and there are no longer blue flowers and shadows. Looking back, in middle age, there is only a soft wave in my eyes. A heart is only given to Su Nian, and only given to streamer. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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