Tired but tenacious: there is a stage in life called middle age.

When people reach middle age, they enjoy loneliness and then get out of it. The boat of middle-aged people, sailing in the ocean of time, is full of strength, although it is scarred everywhere. Words are no longer arrogant, emotions are no longer excited, and yearning is no longer illusory. Even in the face of temptation, middle-aged people have enough strength to resist. Because they hit a wall, they learned to be flexible and learned that three right turns are equal to one left turn, but this is not unprincipled, they just know how to be flexible; Because of success, middle-aged people learned to pity the people around them and cherish the present life.

When people reach middle age, they give up colorful illusions and stand firmly on the earth with their feet, so that they can correctly evaluate themselves, others and every scenery or process in their lives. Middle-aged people have experience. From first love to marriage, they know the taste of love, the color of marriage, and that life and love are not dreams. They abandoned all forms and precipitated the real content. These contents are extracted through years of seminars, and each one has landed. Therefore, middle-aged people are no longer happy and sad, they have seen through life. Even if I occasionally meet my former lover on the road, I just smile. But between this smile, how many feelings and blessings are there, omitting the years and vicissitudes of the world;

When people reach middle age, they don't want anything to hide. Facing life, they seem to face a pool of autumn water. Even if the autumn wind blows, it won't cause much ripple. Middle-aged people abandon vanity, only show their magnanimous chest to meet the cold and warm human feelings and the cold world, only calculate the equation of life with magnanimous handwriting, but no longer set unknowns for themselves. Their unknowns have been fixed. In the sky of middle-aged people, dark clouds or beautiful days are just embellishments and look very light;

When people reach middle age, they trudge along the path of time and have been injured. Only those who have been injured know what treasure is and what treasure is. Because of this treasure and treasure, middle-aged people are stable, self-respecting, no longer smelling, no longer picking up wisdom, no longer following the trend, no longer following the trend. Middle-aged people have learned to observe, think, judge and make their own decisions. They are unpretentious, unpretentious, natural, simple, generous, calm when something happens, and they can always cope with it calmly when they are killed. When encountering mountains and bridges, middle-aged people have enough confidence and ability to cope with everything. So, even if there are hordes in my heart, my face is calm. ...

When people reach middle age, spring, summer, autumn and winter precipitate into natural things in their eyes, and they are no longer excited about a flower and sad about a fallen leaf. No more sympathy, no more complaints. When everything appears in front of our eyes, whether it is joy or worry, it is regarded as what should happen, and we all face it calmly and accept it indifferently. Heart gradually quieted down, they will make a pot of tea for themselves in the summer afternoon, and drink it slowly by themselves until the sun sets and the tea is exhausted, and they have drunk the cold and warm, happiness and sadness in their hearts into ordinary colors. ...

When people reach middle age, they no longer yearn for the distance, and they are immersed in one thing and are obsessed with success or failure. On rainy days, they will watch the rain drop on the ground and watch the umbrella bearers walk slowly through the door step by step. They know that every moment's experience and sentiment is a must-read article given to them by life, which is worth cherishing and remembering. No more colorful dreams, no more fog, no more rashness. They will quietly hold a book, browse it intentionally or unintentionally, read it again after reading it, and then take a nap after reading it. Don't force anything, let alone force others to do things according to their own wishes. One night, they will look up at the stars. They believe that the kindness, resentment, love, hate and hatred accumulated along the way make Hua Song wink at them in the dead of night. No more laughter, no more tears. When people reach middle age, they trudge between crying and laughing for half their lives, knowing that the joys and sorrows in this world are fleeting marks and flowers of time that are easy to fade. Along the way, those days of laughing and crying have become spots in my memory. Now all I can think of is a shallow smile at the corner of my mouth, which others can't notice. ...

When people reach middle age, they occasionally go to a small restaurant to eat alone, stir-fry two side dishes, ask for a bowl of porridge, and maybe a pot of old wine. Eat slowly and drink slowly. Chatting with strangers will also have warm eyes, calm mind and calm tone. Tell them your own story and how you fought against your fate and finally made peace with them. Those things, people have to experience too many things in this life, all have color, temperature and taste, all pass through the heart, lungs, liver and brain, so they have left an indelible mark on their hearts, whether they are happy or sad or happy. It's just that when they are old, everything becomes a side dish for drinking or a conversation with strangers. ...

When people reach middle age, they may often go to places they used to go. They know that everything left in their youth has long since disappeared in the stormy years, but they believe that their hearts, their lovers and their memories are still there. They will go to the supermarket shelves and recall what they said when they bought food or clothes. I will go to the cinema to recall my lover's appearance at the movies; I will go to the neighborhood where I once lived and knock on the familiar door. If the host asks who they are, I will tell them that they are former landlords. If I ask them what they are doing, I will calmly tell them, "They just come to see …" The past is not in my heart, but in my heart, so middle-aged people will sit down in familiar places and talk to their young selves. They will pick up the past bit by bit and piece together a story about love and nostalgia. They have come a long way and a bitter way, but they never stop moving forward. They have laughed, cried, been excited and despaired, but they still long for love and tomorrow, but they never complain about fate. ...

When people reach middle age, the wind is light and the clouds are light, the noise is fading, and the mood is getting calmer. Many things are figured out, many things are dim, many things are put down, many things are forgotten, and many things are remembered again. I've been running around the Jianghu for half my life, cold and willful, and I know I'm wrong, but a kind heart has never changed, even though I'm scarred, it still radiates warm light. In life, the heart is the root. In the first half of your life, you can be worthy of your unit, your work, your colleagues, your relatives and friends, and you will be stable and practical in the second half.

When people reach middle age, they know the warmth and coldness, but they don't like the warmth and coldness, but they don't care about the severity. They know the love and hate, but they don't hate each other. They believe that all existence and occurrence are inevitable. Although they don't like to explain everything by cause and effect, they know that ups and downs, ups and downs, joys and sorrows are the universal logic of life. You don't have to be happy, you don't have to be sad. ...