At this age, you can finally live in peace with the whole world. Because you know, everything has a bright side and a bumpy side. When people reach middle age, life has flowed through the turbulent valley of youth and come to a relatively open place, becoming calm and clear.

Just like a boat washed by the river, you rush to middle age, and your posture, face, eyes and mood are all marked with middle age. Looking back, the birds are flying cicadas, red, withered and green, and youth has slipped away quietly; Looking around, the crane is covered with goose skin, wilting and swaying.

Middle age is a bit like noon: dignified, deep and empty, which is a pole on the curve of life. Standing here, the route is unobstructed, and the movement that can be aroused on the way is almost second to none. Life is like a magician shaking off his baggage, and there will be no more mystery.

The key word people give this age is "maturity", but life will still hurt you: you will worry if your family is sick, you will be angry if your children are disobedient, you will be depressed if you make mistakes at work, and you will worry if you have no money ... It's just that you have learned to be alert to these gray molds and won't give them another chance to ferment and grow.

At your age, you have to drag the children with your left hand and help your parents with your right hand. You became parents on both sides. Your daughter has just entered puberty, like a lost lamb with a schoolbag of 10 kg on her back. She is still so fragile that she will be stabbed if she says something wrong. What about your parents? They are short and rickety. Do you still have the heart to complain to them? My lover is as busy fishing in the middle-aged river as you are.

Therefore, you have to have the ability to dredge and repair yourself. You have to keep your usual image: careless and cheerful. Over the years, you have been carved by years and life, and your heart is constantly changing. Things have changed, some places are hard and some places are soft. Once upon a time, you were a leaf and the environment was the wind. When it exploded, you moved. You follow others to cram school, English today, secretarial tomorrow, and management the day after tomorrow, like a monkey breaking the valley. At the party, I had to bite the bullet and drink, but my stomach cramped. You are gentle outside, grinning and prickly at home. You just want the society to accept you, but you don't know what you want.

At that time, the attitude of your life was to look at the distance. I hope to graduate when I go to school; When my daughter is young, I want her to grow up; Want to retire while working; I yearn for the city when I am in the countryside, and I miss the countryside when I catch up with the city. In short, we really live on the other side of the mountain, and life under the chin is just a prelude to an opera, a port pier. Now you regret missing a lot of life. Because every meadow, every stream and every hill in life is an encounter. You didn't learn to adjust the focal length and aim at your eyes until more than half of the calendar was torn.

So, you can listen to your parents' nagging, you are willing to go with them, and you know how to drag them around to eat. I won't go directly to the cosmetics counter, but buy a pair of soft shoes for my lover. You will take your daughter to the seaside to see the sea once, and rush to Shanghai to watch an F 1 competition, and help her to realize a dream when she wants it most and you have the ability, because the dream will fade. You learn to stir-fry and cook the soup very fresh. You send love through these little things.

You know, maybe it won't be long before those parents who are still at the table today can't be found again. Daughters will soon spread their wings to find their own sky. She won't drag your skirt home every day to "broadcast" the class news, nor will she lie on the sofa and put her smelly feet in your arms. Happiness is passing away.

Correspondingly, something was inadvertently pulled away. I no longer want to modify myself by changing my appearance. Isn't accepting yourself equal to letting the world accept yourself?

Now, you will wear a dress for years and use your mobile phone until you can't use it anymore. You want to live in this old house forever. More and more colleagues have already left work in their own cars, and you simply don't even take the shuttle bus, but run to and from work. In this way, you gain a kind of freedom and strength. You rely on very little, so it is not difficult to survive. Life is like this. When you retreat to the edge of the trend, the trend becomes an irrelevant background.

You can live in peace with your work, instead of jumping around in all walks of life like a grasshopper. Because you know, no matter what kind of work, it is like a piece of cloth. Each piece has its fine and bright front and its rough and dim back. When people reach middle age, life has flowed through the turbulent valley of youth and come to a relatively open place, becoming calm and clear. Don't worry about flowers and fruit.