On Huang Yan's Prose

There is a lyric in "Peony Pavilion": For you, it is as beautiful as a flower, like water flowing for years. Is to answer your question, look around in the quiet boudoir and feel sorry for yourself. What I said is: This girl is as beautiful as a flower, but it's a pity that time flies and I can't find you anywhere. It turned out that I was in the boudoir, feeling sorry for myself and hurting my heart alone!

Beauty is like jade since ancient times, and can't resist the passage of time. When they were young, they were beautiful, affectionate and full. When I am old, I can only hide in the corner and drink alone. How many beautiful women in the world can bypass this hurdle?

The traces of years will make a beautiful woman wither like a failed flower, and also make an ordinary woman more and more enchanting, sexy and charming; If you get old, your eyes will lose that charm. Even if you are an absolute beauty, you will lose your charm.

In fact, some people are willing to get old early. They are willing to return to the countryside early, live a simple life and live a quiet life. These people are not old, but weak and heavy. And some people are born old urchins, like Zhou, who is as naughty and lively as a child when he is old; I like both kinds of people. If you ask me which one I prefer to do, I'd rather be a compromise between the two. My body will naturally grow old, and my heart will always maintain a naive enthusiasm after it fades.

I don't know when I started not being afraid of old age. The older you get, the deeper you get. The older you get, the more elegant and beautiful people attract me like magnetism, which makes me feel that having a good soul is much more important than having a young face. When I was young, my arrogance and restlessness gradually faded, and the world of passion and doing everything turned over. But I have no regrets, and I don't have to say goodbye to my youth in a ritualized way. I only keep those unforgettable marks of love and pain as a souvenir.

I still remember that time, drinking and chatting with my close friends until the early morning. When I got home, the first ray of sunshine penetrated the morning mist and sprinkled on the petals of daffodils on the table, which smelled fragrant. This situation has been engraved in time and cannot be erased. In the most beautiful years, I have accumulated a little long memory, leaving no debt, every word and deed, every smile and every circle has been engraved into the imprint of the rings.

Look at your photos when you were young and sigh how young you are. Cheeks smooth and white, forehead flat, but rarely laugh. I always look tall and cold, but now when I look at the photos, most of them are smiling and full of tacky fireworks. I love myself now, without hesitation.

When I was a teenager, I was shy, stubborn and indifferent, always asking who I was. I am in my twenties, willful, passionate and paranoid. At the age of 30, I gradually learned to cherish and be more tolerant and rational; Forty years old, cold, quiet, inert, but also easy to nostalgia; What about 560? Each stage has a different style, and those who live up to spring and love are enough!

This afternoon, the sun was shining outside the window, and magpies were twittering and jumping around in the branches. I cleaned the house, polished the glass, cooked a pot of soup to cool off the heat and stayed in soft time.

He said, fire, come out for a cup of coffee.

I said, no, I'm busy!

He said: What are you busy with?

I said: doing housework, gardening, writing, staring blankly.

He: ...

I think it's really worthwhile to waste time on these things. I'm not afraid of being caught up by time. Years, inch by inch, I rooted in ordinary joy, inadvertently spread the prosperity of fireworks to the depths of the years. The days are getting more and more textured and warmer.

I hope that even if one day I wake up and find myself covered with beautiful hair, I will be graceful, elegant and lovely; Cook and walk with your beloved, plant flowers and grass, read and write, and raise your favorite cat; Leave a little passion in memory that has been polished away by the fleeting time, write it into words, and shine like pearls; And I am still naive and interesting, and I am still the girl in the eyes of the people around me all my life. It's not terrible to be old, it's terrible to be old and boring!

It's graduation season again I met a group of cheerful teenagers when I went out. I hid myself and laughed quietly, much like us in those days. White fluttering years, willful extravagance, real and enthusiastic consumption, make public and bright, announce to the world: here we come!

But with the passage of time, without lingering youth, fickle feelings and sadness, we gradually understand that beauty is nothing when we are dying. She doesn't speak gruffly, she doesn't show people in disheveled clothes, she always keeps her eyes clean and awake, she has flowers and company, and she shines brightly in the ordinary. She doesn't waste her romance in this life, and she is old and beautiful!

The author introduces:

Fire Phoenix, a free-walking flower, loves and respects words, likes to warm her heart with essays, has a literary tone and is more pyrotechnic.