Sima Hao's prose years, there is always a kind of warmth that you can't see

The sky is high and the clouds are light, Tongxiang in autumn is as warm as jade, and the warmth of the years is within reach.

I don’t want to spend dozens of dollars to go to the cinema to watch a movie, Yue Yunpeng’s “The Mouse Hero”, Liang Jiahui’s “Late Night Diner”, Dapeng’s “Desperate”, Zhang Hanyu’s “Captain of China” and even “Me and Me” "My Motherland" are all gun versions that can be watched on the computer.

It was already very late when I returned to Tongxiang from Jiashan. When I was passing by Gongyuan Road for dinner, I remembered that summer was over and I hadn’t gone to barbecue yet.

There are several shops at the end of Park Road. The girl who comes home late is playing with her mobile phone while her magical laughter resounds in the empty night.

After drinking the second bottle of beer, I felt drunk and hazy, but my heart was still as calm as water.

In the shadows at the entrance of the mobile phone store, two young lovers were touching each other crazily.

The old man who has long passed the age of love and picked up rags deliberately hangs around the young couple.

Is it because you are disrespectful?

Is it because you are horny?

Is it because of weakness?

Other people’s happiness is either upright or secretive. At least, it has nothing to do with others.

If you don’t care about the secret battles and struggles at work, why should you care about the evil spirits and monsters?

It is not easy for anyone to expose the pretense and deceit in the circle of friends. Why bother to expose it if you are a coward?

I have always been——

I would rather suffer than bow my head and speak;

I would rather be tired than beg for help;

I would rather be defeated completely than be double-dealing against my will!

Why bother? Why bother? Why bother?

As the saying goes, human beings are inherently good in nature. A sentence in the commentary: Conscience is lost in trouble!

Some people are walking on the river bank, some are praying for Buddha in Fengming Temple, some are having an affair in the corner, some are hanging clothes for washing on the balcony, some are complaining about the unfairness of fate and the difficulty of life, and some are faintly heard. The voice carries on the family line...

Young men are romantic, young people sing and dance, only when you get older will you realize how admirable it is.

After sighing and bowing, Wu Doufu came back and asked how many times he had left.

I read Feng Tang's "You'll grow old while you're alive" at night. The autumn rain was ticking outside the window, there was the sound of broken jade, the yellow leaves were like butterflies, and there were sighs. I couldn't help but feel a pain in my heart. Autumn is getting old, and people are also... getting old.

Everything is like a feather when the mind is light, and everything is in front of the eyes and the mind is lazy.

Too lazy to fight, too lazy to fight, too lazy to explain, too lazy to pretend, too lazy to hate, too lazy to love, too lazy to care about...

When I was young, I didn’t know Han Jin. The madness of youth; in middle age, a fallen leaf can make people panic.

In the group of classmates, who was passionate and generous, scolded Fang Qiu, pointed out the country, and urged people to "pee", the most talked about:

A person who has been missed will be remembered for many years;

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A wrong word has been lingering for many years;

An unfinished relationship has been in embarrassment for many years...

The past is unclear——

Who said I was stubborn?

Who said I was sensational?

Who said I was weak?

"Youth is not ivy that you wear on your hand like a ring. When you are older, maybe you will hold it tighter, but then you will only catch some gout and diabetes, Some memories that have turned sour. Even if a head of white hair is woven into a fishing net, nothing can be caught. ”

I just started working at that time, and I was very surprised when I first read this sentence by Yu Guangzhong. I didn't take it seriously, and I never thought that this day would happen to me soon.

It is like a tree that is trying hard to bloom, but it is already autumn and the flowers have not bloomed, so what fruit will it bear?

It seems like a journey that has exhausted youth and sweat. The scenery on the top of the mountain is right in front of you, but you are told by the tourists coming down that there is no need to climb.

It’s like a person is lost in the vast sea of ????people. After thinking about him for many years, he suddenly realizes that everything is going well in his life, and there is no need for a little loser like you.

The sudden disappointment, surprise and confusion are really like a sentence in Shan Tianfang's commentary - a tall building is kicked into the air, and the Yangtze River is broken and the boat collapses!

Zhang Ailing said that men after middle age often feel lonely, because when he opens his eyes, he is surrounded by people who rely on him, but there is no one on whom he can rely.

How many times have I dreamed back in the middle of the night, raising my eyebrows and smiling while singing and crying with long sleeves -

Everyone laughs when he laughs, another suffers when he suffers, someone says it hurts, someone hurts when he is drunk, and someone gets drunk when he is drunk... …

Either you fight to the death or fall apart, how many storms can a person’s persistence in middle age be able to overcome?

There is gain, there is loss, there is pride, there is loneliness, there are memories, there is reluctance, there is unwillingness, there is inability, there is excitement, there is helplessness, there is tolerance, there is sustenance...

< p>The cattail leaf fan is swaying gently, and last year's fireflies were like snow.

No matter how much love, hate, or resentment, they are all lost to time.

I pick flowers and choose fire all day long, not knowing that I am a dojo, and all my unwillingness will not be able to withstand the time.

On the fifteenth day of the month, there will be little light, and when a person reaches middle age, everything will stop.

This sentence in "Zengguang Xianwen" can well represent the mentality of many middle-aged men: afraid of old age, afraid of death, and afraid of being forgotten by the world, so they have bracelets, wolfberries, and thermos cups. , Moments, there are burning incense, nostalgia, Pu'er, Douyin, Qvod, BT, small video websites, and greasy middle-aged uncles.

Trivial matters bothered me. The white hair on the temples was so short that it could no longer hold up a hairpin. He was as old as the sea. A few birds chirped on the branches, which shocked Du Fu, who was in his 40s. I couldn't help but post it on Moments -

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is springy with deep vegetation. The flowers splash with tears when I am grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hate.

The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust.

When we were young -

We did not cherish family affection, friendship, or love. We parted casually and hurt and were hurt casually. Love and be loved freely.

In middle age -

We are so entangled and forbearing, entangled in the separation of the year, entangled in the abandonment of the past, enduring the boredom of the present, and the unwillingness of the present.

So many years later——

How should we be calm and calm? Or what kind of regret and distress?

I am over 40 years old. I have loved, hated, hurt, and died. Is there anything else that I can’t think about, let go of, or see clearly?

The mountains have become thinner, the water has become thinner, and the trees have become thinner. I know that this is the season.

In spring, we look forward to summer, in summer, we wait for autumn, and in autumn, we miss winter. It seems that others are always happy and we are always miserable.

In fact, there is a person who loves you, a room that is protected from the rain, a simple life, and a few idle books beside the pillow, and the present is the best!

Use a sentence from the Internet to make a warm ending:

If the night is too cold, you can burn incense, make tea, or miss me.

There is always a kind of warmth, the old wall covered with memories of you and me, don’t rely on it, it will peel off with time!

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The vicissitudes of middle age

Sima Hao's prose