People in middle age

　　 The wind rose at first, blowing a pool of autumn water, such as a wrinkle on the face of people over middle age; green willow branches began to appear with yellowing leaves, such as people over middle age the hair mixed with a few hints of gray. Look at the river ripples, listen to the leaves whispering, and can not help but sigh the years like water, time is not waiting for me.

　　 Every day when the morning exercise wears sportswear, suddenly feels as light as a swallow, as if they are still a stick boy. However, whenever I meet some young people outside who call themselves "uncle" or "grandpa", a touch of embarrassment will suddenly sweep through my heart.

　　 Whenever you want to go hiking, you are often delayed by various inexplicable reasons; every time you feel like remembering something firmly, sometimes you forget it in a flash; when you go out, you just lock the door, but when you go downstairs, you don't know if it's locked or unlocked, so you go upstairs again, pull the door handle, only half-heartedly, step back and walk away.

　　 Like nostalgia. Regularly will be the objects of the past one by one, sometimes a sorting is done most of the day. Like to go to the antique market around, not to Taobao, mainly to see those old coins, small books, and other old objects feel close. Sometimes, when I see children flying kites in the square, I often stop and think of myself and my partners running around with the kite string.

　　 When I reach middle age, I sometimes get confused about my age status: in front of my parents, I am still pampered like a child. In front of the children, they are like an omnipotent mentors, often nagging. When classmates get together, they go back to their youthful days of blabbering.

　　 Of course, more often than not, I started to speak more seriously, walk with my head up, and used to use the phrase "more than above, less than below" to enlighten myself. In the morning, you begin to learn to think about the day's plan, to the unit also concerned about weight loss and fitness, colleagues' parents will also let you put attention to the shortcomings; like a few people together to discuss national issues, and sometimes, when the excitement, will "point out" some foreign things.

　　 When I reach middle age, I have a new understanding of love, and I feel sympathy and regret Eileen Chang, who "did not know love when she was young". The ignorant teenager who was secretly pregnant back then felt very funny, therefore, for their children firmly control their thought fluctuations, take a variety of roundabout tactics to circle with them, of course, will also be in all kinds of "chicken soup" does not work to take more direct righteous words or even a thunderous education.

　　 The people reached middle age and experienced some storms, the marriage also has its deep understanding. I once lamented that "when I refused to marry the spring breeze, I was mistaken by the autumn breeze for no reason", but I feel ridiculous when I think about it. The so-called "aesthetic fatigue" that once appeared made me feel a little ashamed. Slowly realize that the "left hand" or "right hand" around you is your true love, he or she has become a part of your bloodline, and more and more profound understanding of what is called "like-mindedness "and "let's walk and cherish".

　　 I heard a friend who is past his prime say that the years have covered up too many far-fetched smiles, but not the traces left by the autumn leaves. In middle age, there is a light reminiscence of the past, but also a bright vision of the future, middle age is the "golden age" of life. In the eyes of mature middle-aged people, the mountain is a mountain, the mountain is not a mountain, the water is water, the water is not water.

　　 The "rush of that year" has become a thing of the past, the deep eyes are more cloudy and light, the past youthful years have been engraved on the skin of time yellowing poetry, and the neighboring window shadow has long become a memory of their tired months and years. I've gone softly and will not come softly again, the past is also light, and this is also light.

　　 A person reaches middle age, and the wide heart is no longer obstinately stubborn, like quietly sitting in a corner, in the mundane world to seek a quiet space. The mountain, the water, the people, and the feelings have become embellished with yesterday's poetic lines of life, making people more rational and spontaneous, making people more calm and strong.

　　People to middle age, shallow gaze, full of the deep watch, watch the blue sky, watch the blue water, watch the seemingly bitter but happy former and seemingly distant near the distant ......