53rd Birthday Mood Essay

Today is my birthday, and I feel like there’s nothing special about it. The sun still rises from the east, showing a weak atmosphere, but it is much warmer than the previous few days. But I don’t dare to connect this warmth with my birthday.

Last night, my mother called me and told me repeatedly, don’t forget to boil two eggs when you get up in the morning. Mom will cook whatever you want. I kept saying "No, no need", and even said slightly reproachfully, "I'm neither old nor young, what's my fault?" Putting down the phone, my heart felt inexplicably sad. I thought about my birthday, my experiences, and my dad...

My sister-in-law’s birthday was yesterday, and my niece called me to ask me to come. During lunch at her house, her niece said, "My mother wants to celebrate her birthday with you." I laughed and couldn't refuse. My sister-in-law and my brother were high school classmates. I was less than five years old when they got engaged. I followed my sister-in-law to work or to her house all day long. Because our birthdays are consecutive, I have tasted a lot of sweetness, that is, spending the first day with my sister-in-law, and the next day by myself. In this way, compared to others, I have to celebrate more birthdays, so when I was a child, I I have more desires for birthdays.

When I was 19 years old, my birthday coincided with New Year’s Eve. The classroom was brightly lit, laughter was bursting, and everyone was having a lively party, but I sneaked to the playground alone and stood there. On a lonely winter night, with so many thoughts on my mind, I stood alone on the tail of the cross head to commemorate the last day of my 19th year. Saying goodbye to the cross-year years, I will also say goodbye to this beautiful campus after New Year's Day, say goodbye to my classmates and teachers who have been classmates for three years, and go their separate ways to go back to my hometown for internship. There was laughter in the classroom, and "that laughter is for me" and "the crescent moon in the sky is a cake that can only be enjoyed at the age of nineteen." With tears in my eyes, while I was commemorating my nineteen-year-old, I was also commemorating my first love that lasted for three years. In the night wind, I tasted the bitter wine of farewell alone.

When I started working, my feelings about birthdays have faded a lot. Although I often celebrate birthdays with my sister-in-law, I lack the hope. After I get married, my lover will give me a gift on my birthday, either a stuffed toy, a music box, or a long congratulatory phone call from afar. In the eyes of my mother and him, I will always be the best. He is a child who will not grow up. Later, when my lover invited me to dinner, he would always bring my mother with me. On my son’s birthday or my mother’s hard day, my lover would never forget to bring her a piece of family happiness.

In the blink of an eye, I was halfway through my thirties. I once wondered what I had done in the past thirty-five years. What do you own? The daughter said: Mom, you saved me. Am I not your greatest pride? I was so happy that I hugged my daughter and cried. Yes, with such a beautiful, lovely and sensible daughter, what else can I ask for?

I don’t want to worry about the past years, nor do I want to sigh or feel the passing of time. Just like the song sings, "If you love, you will love." I just forget when I forget, and remember when I remember. , for a thirty-five-year-old, the days ahead are still very long...

Facing this year’s birthday, I may face it more naturally and calmly.