Mu Xin said: The sorrow of life is aging and death. Don’t look down on anyone.

In the past few years, spring has been short-lived.

Winter refuses to retreat. By the time it is no longer cold, the temperature has reached more than 20 degrees, and summer has quickly entered.

Therefore, many people have to put on summer clothes after taking off their cotton-padded jackets.

Sweaters, jackets, thick coats, and other spring clothing have become useless in recent years.

It only takes a few days for the trees to grow from sprouting to lush greenness, and they seem to be competing for time.

Spring flowers are also very short, almost all of them are short-lived.

In the past, when I saw beautiful flowers, I liked to take pictures, but now I am too lazy to take pictures.

Mainly because the sadness is greater than the joy.

When the flowers fade and the sky is filled with flowers, who will pity them when the red color disappears and the fragrance disappears? ”

Looking at those flowers that have failed to bloom and the petals all over the ground can’t help but make people feel sad, reminding people of the “Ode to the Burial Flowers” ??in “A Dream of Red Mansions”. Cao Xueqin borrowed Lin Daiyu’s words to write all the poems It describes the cruelty of life and describes the helplessness of life.

"The willow silk and elm pods are still blooming, regardless of the peach blossoms and Li Fei;

The peaches and plums will bloom again next year, and I will know it next year. Anyone? ”

The flowers are the same every year, but the people are different every year.

A few days ago, my father’s hands were not very obedient. My wife and I worked hard, but he was at least obedient. I went to the hospital for a checkup. The result was that in just two or three years, the condition had changed from lacunar cerebral infarction to bilateral cerebral infarction. What's even more terrible was that the CT scan showed symptoms of cerebellar atrophy, although the doctor told me that this was a disease of old age. But I can’t accept the fact that my father is getting older.

As I enter middle age, I become more and more sensitive. "The Old King in Exile" made me cry several times. It's like watching your father slowly dripping blood in a slow-motion movie, life leaking out of him bit by bit, and the entire quality and personality of the person leaking out of this person drop by drop. "How many children can relate to this description.

In 2012, I accompanied my parents back to my hometown in Shandong. My father had not been able to return to his hometown for more than ten years. During the week he stayed in his hometown, he said many times : This may be the last time I come back to see them. Before we left, I saw my uncle wiping tears secretly. I said to my uncle: Don’t listen to my dad, I will bring them back when I have time. I said it confidently, but when I got in the car and turned around, I couldn't stop crying. Can I do it? Will God still give me a chance to do it?

And I still can't. I went back with my father. After I came back that year, my son became seriously ill. I was worried that my son could not bear the trouble and he was unable to make the trip. When I was in my hometown, the adults teased him. When will you come again? He said to my uncle and his family: I will come again when I am nine years old! My aunt passed away last year, and the last time we went back to my hometown became the last time we met her. The essay expressed guilt to his aunt, saying that he had broken his promise.

Mu Xin said: The sorrow of life is aging and death. Before that, no one should look down on anyone.

Chen Danqing. The words recording Mu Xin’s last moments were moving, and I burst into tears several times. “Anyone who has experienced the death of a loved one and is faced with so many relics knows how it feels.” It made me feel mixed emotions. “He no longer bothered to maintain it. We both tried our best to talk together. Just like my mother, he lost his hearing and looked at me with a shy and innocent look - this was his new look after getting old - and listened to me shouting to him. "Finally, at that moment, he was very obedient. After being helped up, he sat down solemnly, stretched out his hand, and signed his name like a baby's strokes. The 'wood' and 'heart' fell into ridiculously separated positions. Then, he was gently held by someone. His fingers were stained with ink pads - Mr. He was always good at writing. When they left, I burst into tears..."

One day, a friend from far away suddenly called me at night and said he wanted to say goodbye. Thanks to me for helping him. He was hospitalized for uremia and his life was in danger at any time. He said: He was afraid that he would not be able to say thank you to me in a hurry.

I was heartbroken when I put down the phone. I had never experienced such a farewell! He is a friend I made online. I have been dating him for several years but have never met him. Life is so short, and even if we don’t meet him in person, we will never see him again.

Ji Xianlin wrote in an essay titled "Only Dao Is Ordinary at That Time": More than ten years ago, I revisited G?ttingen, Germany, where I had stayed for ten years. My teacher, Professor Waldschmidt, and his wife are still alive, but they are no longer what they used to be—the house was donated to the Institute of Sanskrit Studies, and the car has been sold. They had an only son who was killed in World War II. At this time, the old couple lived alone in a very luxurious nursing home. The facilities in the courtyard are very complete, including swimming pools, tennis courts, etc. But what use are these devices to people in their 70s, 80s and 90s? What shocks the old people is that every once in a while, a certain room number becomes vacant, and the owner goes to see God. It is self-evident that this is very exciting for the elderly. My arrival was a big surprise to the professor, and he was almost overjoyed. The lady laid out the snacks I used to eat when I was in G?ttingen. The professor seemed to be a child again, back to the past. He smiled and said: "Let us live the life we ??had in those days and talk about what we often said back then!" I left the professor and his wife with tears in my eyes, saying words that even I didn't believe: "How many days will it take?" I will come to see you again next year. "It may be our last meeting in this life. Who can not be sad?

"Look at the flowers falling in spring, it is the time when beauty dies of old age;

Once spring is gone, beauty is old, and the flowers fall and people die without knowing it!"

" The flowers in the forest withered their spring flowers, too hastily. "Life is too hasty, and before I have time to chew it properly, I am old and I am forced to pass away before I have time to say goodbye formally.

I don’t know when my temples have been stained with frost

I don’t know when my face has changed

I suddenly miss those brave and ignorant people in the past

Ignorant youth and frivolousness

In an instant, I realized that life is too short

In an instant, I realized that the road is no longer long

I have not yet freed up my hands to embrace myself

Time has gone by so fast

How come I have grown old just after I learned to be sensible

How come I have grown old just after I learned to be tolerant

How come I have just learned the way to go Where to go?

How come I’m old before I even get there?