Everyone can live more like themselves! Work hard and cherish it.

Anyway, the post is a wake-up call. At first, I received all the posts in my own name, and all the invitations from my peers. Less than twenty years old, I received a post from my junior high school classmates. In the small town where I grew up, I got married at the age of 20, but it was not too early. I remember the summer vacation of my sophomore year, and I had the only class reunion. The cleverest female student in the class has come with two children, and the older one has skipped around. After leaving the society, I entered the stage of complaining that "my salary was too late to give a red envelope" and sent out one invitation after another. The wedding people are in high spirits and can't find the ideal object to marry. They inevitably have grievances in their hearts: why am I the only one who is so miserable? Where is the "right person"? Then, soon, the first white post must have arrived before middle age. At first, I was the parents of a good friend and the father of a relative. Then, the situation of the elders is more and more. If the white post is a wake-up call for death, after middle age, these continuous harsh voices have made us exhausted and used to the point where we no longer panic. The most stinging sound comes from the closest people. We will finally make ourselves understand that this is inevitable and how we can live a smooth life. Then, another kind of "first" white post really stung our hearts. It actually comes from his peers. By accident, or by illness. While we were still worrying about all kinds of real life, he left quietly and didn't bother. Some white posts are not specially sent, just a sigh. For the rest of my life, at every class reunion, I will hear all kinds of stories: I was told that the most beautiful girl in the high school track and field club had a car accident in California the day after she got engaged, and she could never hear her lover's sigh again. When I was a Ph.D. student in Europe, the laughing classmate in the next class found himself unable to stand up one day. After examination, it turned out to be bone cancer Since then, she has been unable to walk and slept in a foreign land for a long time. I'm a graduate student in my senior year, but I'm 42 years old, CFO of a listed company. I once went home late after working overtime and took a bath. When he was overworked, he was found not breathing ... Even if we want to skip these stories and don't want to hear the police who are pressing hard, we can't ignore it: life is like the morning dew, we went to Japan and suffered a lot, but our minds are unforgettable. Most of us reach middle age, unable to vent and think, and still trapped by busyness and fatigue. One day, I suddenly realized: in fact, farewell is not terrible. The terrible thing is that one day we will miss our memories. There is an Oscar-winning film called "I miss myself", which tells the story of a smart woman who has all kinds of happiness, but has to face the story of her gradual amnesia. Several friends said it was a horror film. Because we have already started: suddenly we will forget what we are looking for? Obviously, you have to remember something yourself. If you don't write it down, you will rack your brains and have no memories. I clearly remember putting it away, but I searched everything and couldn't find it? What's more, when we go out, we forget to turn on the gas to boil water ... No matter how hard we try to pretend to be young, no matter how advanced the so-called medical beauty and rejuvenation technology are, some functions in our bodies that were not considered important in the past have gradually disappeared. It was not until it left that we found it really valuable, and it was not until they gradually moved away that we remembered to cherish it for a while. I don't want to emphasize only the loss. Loss is inevitable, but not necessarily meaningful. In the process of losing, we gradually gain. What is lost may be concrete, while what is gained may be abstract. ***

Anyway, the post is a wake-up call. At first, I received all the posts in my own name, and all the invitations from my peers. Less than twenty years old, I received a post from my junior high school classmates. In the small town where I grew up, I got married at the age of 20, but it was not too early. I remember the summer vacation of my sophomore year, and I had the only class reunion. The cleverest female student in the class has come with two children, and the older one has skipped around. After leaving the society, I entered the stage of complaining that "my salary was too late to give a red envelope" and sent out one invitation after another. The wedding people are in high spirits and can't find the ideal object to marry. They inevitably have grievances in their hearts: why am I the only one who is so miserable? Where is the "right person"? Then, soon, the first white post must have arrived before middle age. At first, I was the parents of a good friend and the father of a relative. Then, the situation of the elders is more and more. If the white post is a wake-up call for death, after middle age, these continuous harsh voices have made us exhausted and used to the point where we no longer panic. The most stinging sound comes from the closest people. We will finally make ourselves understand that this is inevitable and how we can live a smooth life. Then, another kind of "first" white post really stung our hearts. It actually comes from his peers. By accident, or by illness. While we were still worrying about all kinds of real life, he left quietly and didn't bother. Some white posts are not specially sent, just a sigh. For the rest of my life, at every class reunion, I will hear all kinds of stories: I was told that the most beautiful girl in the high school track and field club had a car accident in California the day after she got engaged, and she could never hear her lover's sigh again. When I was a Ph.D. student in Europe, the laughing classmate in the next class found himself unable to stand up one day. After examination, it turned out to be bone cancer Since then, she has been unable to walk and slept in a foreign land for a long time. I'm a graduate student in my senior year, but I'm 42 years old, CFO of a listed company. I once went home late after working overtime and took a bath. When he was overworked, he was found not breathing ... Even if we want to skip these stories and don't want to hear the police who are pressing hard, we can't ignore it: life is like the morning dew, we went to Japan and suffered a lot, but our minds are unforgettable. Most of us reach middle age, unable to vent and think, and still trapped by busyness and fatigue. One day, I suddenly realized: in fact, farewell is not terrible. The terrible thing is that one day we will miss our memories. There is an Oscar-winning film called "I miss myself", which tells the story of a smart woman who has all kinds of happiness but has to face her gradual amnesia. Several friends said it was a horror film. Because we have already started: suddenly we will forget what we are looking for? Obviously, you have to remember something yourself. If you don't write it down, you will rack your brains and have no memories. I clearly remember putting it away, but I searched everything and couldn't find it? What's more, when we go out, we forget to turn on the gas to boil water ... No matter how hard we try to pretend to be young, no matter how advanced the so-called medical beauty and rejuvenation technology are, some functions in our bodies that were not considered important in the past have gradually disappeared. It was not until it left that we found it really valuable, and it was not until they gradually moved away that we remembered to cherish it for a while. I don't want to emphasize only the loss. Loss is inevitable, but not necessarily meaningful. In the process of losing, we gradually gain. What is lost may be concrete, while what is gained may be abstract. ***

A girl I worked with recently went to Japan to study abroad. She wrote on the intercommunication software: 25 years old, happy birthday to herself! I feel a lot! Although I am one year older, I am grateful for everything I have gained in this year! This year, she quit her job and boyfriend and went to Japan to study alone. I often see her activity records. This is the first year of her real life away from home, working alone in a different place; Sometimes I miss my boyfriend, sometimes I miss Taiwan Province snacks, and sometimes I say to myself: The future is boundless, so I have to cheer for myself. As a "struggling elder", I often leave some words when she is depressed, and sometimes I encourage her, "You are great!" Sometimes when she is depressed, she will wheeze and say to her, "Hey! Please be ambitious ... "I quietly left a message on her Facebook: Happy birthday! I am also very touched. I envy you for being 25 years old. Although, I don't want to go back alive at all ... * * * It's good to be young, but it's very tiring to go back alive. At the age of twenty-five, I thought I knew everything, but I was really ignorant. Although I work hard, I have been struggling. I don't know what kind of person I will become and what kind of work I should do. There is some inferiority in pride and a lot of confusion in confidence. I resist, but I want to please many norms. I have a lot of youth, but I don't know how to spend it ... I am a person who has long thought about "what I want to accomplish in this life". However, after middle age, I feel smart and love to pretend to be smart. Between the ages of 20 and 30, I did a lot of stupid things. Emotionally, I also go with the flow. In fact, every choice has never made me happy. When I was in my twenties, I struggled with my sunny and cloudy personality with occasional showers. I am stubborn and rebellious, but I am not firm and strong. Yes, I really don't want to go back, if I want my head back to the chaos and confusion at that time. Even with a wrinkle-free face and a fat-free figure. But then again, I am now, even if I am not too satisfied with myself, at least, I have experienced many tests and tribulations, and I am more determined and mature. Now I am an acceptable version corrected by many old wrong decisions. Those missed roads are still meaningful, although … some are meaningless and costly. If we regard life as a trip, then we really can't find GPS in our life. Even if someone explicitly gave you a map at that time, it may be found later that he simply pointed the wrong way. The only thing that makes me happy is that I took the wrong road and fell all by myself. I can't blame others for what I caused. Falling is homework, and getting up is homework; Experience is growth, and lessons are also growth; Medal is glory, and slap may also be; Scars are not beautiful, but they must be worth it. ***

Probably before he was ten years old, he began to think with his fuzzy little head, "What are you going to accomplish in this life? Dear me, now I ask myself this question: What exactly are you going to accomplish in this life? My answer will be less hopeful than when I was in my twenties. That is: "I did what I should do, what my ability could do;" "I will try to live in my own way in the future, but I still can't. Forget it. Still doing what you can expect. The best right after middle age is that you can stop listening to the expectations of any "elder" "Elder, I am; There are not many elders older than us. No matter how controlling you are, you have to cope with your own decline and can no longer be a military adviser. What can a person do? It's actually rare. If you can live with a little color, it is also because you are doing what you want to do. Whether you want to be a variable or a constant. No matter how much work you do and how great you feel, you can't decide whether you are right or wrong. How can I put it? Let's think about the biggest variable among all women in the history of China, such as Wu Zetian. This association is because I recently watched the series "The Legend of Wu Mei Niang". When I was a graduate student of literature in the Tang Dynasty, I happened to write her a research report about Wu Zetian's records in the Book of New Tang Dynasty and the Book of Old Tang Dynasty. The New Book of Tang Dynasty said many bad things about her than the Old Book of Tang Dynasty, such as adding that she killed her daughter herself to frame the queen. She ruled a huge dynasty for 50 years. She admires the wisdom of all men and overwhelms the struggle of all women's ideological machines. She is dismissive of traditional views ... After she was over 60 years old, she became an emperor. In that feudal era, she was an unprecedented exclamation point. As long as she got a right, she would practice her dream. Among ancient women, she was also considered an "alien". "After his death, leaving only a tablet without words. There is no tablet, which is very interesting. No matter how historians infer, the cutest explanation is: "I don't want to say anything myself." Anyway, you will always talk about me. No matter what you say about me, I don't care at all. The merits and demerits of my life, whatever you say, go and go ... "I like this explanation. In fact, the inscriptions of all people's lives, no matter how many words are engraved and how exaggerated they are written, are wordless. You have your opinion, others have their own. Do you still care about so many people talking about you? In fact, you are not important, and no matter how prominent you are, it is just gossip in others' mouths. ***

She is already a gorgeous historical figure like fireworks on New Year's Eve, and we, no matter how bright our eyes are, are also immersed in a small sky. So-what exactly do you want to accomplish in your life? When people reach middle age, they will still think about this problem occasionally. I know very well in my heart that it seems that I have achieved a lot, but in fact I have achieved little. Nothing that has been accomplished is too great. No matter how you burn yourself, a tiny firefly suddenly goes out on a moonless night. It's easier to be moved by small things recently. Let's start with an old gentleman who is about 80 years old. He appeared in my usual place, and I observed him for more than a year. I have seen him many times, on the playground where primary schools practice running near my home. He limped on crutches and circled like me. I walked very hard. Seeing this, I immediately understood that he should have had a stroke not long ago and his leg was not moving very well. He is recovering alone. Tired of walking, he would sit on the steps beside the commander's desk and listen to the radio. The old man is hard of hearing and the radio is loud. I can hear that the voice of the host is very different from that of the local people. It should be a broadcast program of Beijing Central Radio. Based on this, it can be roughly inferred that he should be a veteran who came to Taiwan that year and has taken root in the local area. Entertainment is listening to voices from home. In his life, the hardships of war should be indispensable. He is just an ordinary old man who is lonely. The difference is that he just won't let himself be devastated by a stroke, and he wants to restore the function of "relying on himself". I only practice running in that playground occasionally, and every time I see this old uncle, it shows that he goes there for a walk almost every night. One day, when I was running, I suddenly watched him walk slowly forward. I noticed that he was really getting better. Although he was still on crutches, rickets disappeared. No more limping. The speed seems to be much faster, and it will not immediately remind people of the word stroke. This figure moved me personally: no matter what age he is, he is still fighting for something and wants to live a better life. Not a great goal, just trying to be yourself. What is life to accomplish? It doesn't matter what you have accomplished, it's not something you can force or define. But I can't allow myself to be captured by despair, and I can only be a sad prisoner of fate. Yes, after middle age, people can't talk about great dreams, but they can still expect short-term light, at least they can feel it. When their physical condition is declining step by step, some inner souls are still shining. I'm still doing my best. I don't want to fall, but I want to move on. Ordinary roads are also moving. Many things we think we have are just borrowed; All our personal bankbooks only have memories, and what matters is only the road we have taken, the wrong road and the right road. When people reach middle age, they are lucky enough to do their best in me, listen to their own voices patiently and go on in their own way. Work hard and cherish.