Inadvertently, he stood stunned in front of the mirror and looked at himself silently: his temples were stained with cream, his face was covered with carving marks, his slightly swollen face was covered with whiskers, his drooping eye bags were dotted with two small eyes, fuzzy and dull, slightly short head, slightly short neck, wearing a large page hat, and the shape of a little old man in the countryside. Facing the real yourself, I can't laugh or cry. Maybe it's the effort of turning around. Years have paid me everything, and I don't know it.
Who hasn't been in cardamom years? In my youth, whose dream have I decorated? Fleeting past events, who has affected my whole life? Speechless, silent, heartbreaking. Years are relentless, and no one can avoid sharp carving until you are black and blue, beyond recognition and return to nature. The fragile thinking can't go deep. When I see the scene of my cold heart, I feel chilly, helpless and helpless. The dream of retaining my youth is obviously absurd and funny. Do not dare to ask, do not think, reason, faith, fantasy, almost all vigorous thinking will be cruelly challenged.
Years brought us quietly and ruthlessly. The whole process of activities was carried out under its control. In front of it, we lost all our judgment ability. Yes, how many people want to keep their youth, vitality and wisdom; How many people try their best to compete with time, and finally can only comfort themselves: in front of the years, I am a slave, a dust, it is ruthless, great and fair, it treats every life equally, let you have and lose in a moment, it is eternal.
We are on the train of years, there is no starting point and end point, only the stop sign calls you. You don't know where you live and where you belong. There are hometown and strange places everywhere. Deja vu, seeing and thinking all the way, are doubts and temptations. We have laughed, excited, depressed, reflected and broken away. We can only adapt and adapt from our own point of view. Because mankind itself has irreparable limitations, the short course in front of time, perhaps before it has time to accept the experience and lessons, everything has become history. Our generation is sensitively aware that what is important, realistic and needs to be grasped at present. The past seems to be a cloud of smoke and dust. We have no ability to distinguish right from wrong, and there is no need to dig into the past, because history will not repeat, people's thinking will not copy, and everything is changing randomly. On this train, time gives us everything and ruthlessly deprives us of everything. Our youth is paid a little by years. There is nothing but a large group of offspring around us. Is it worth it? I asked. I thought it was as if I didn't have much difference from other animals. They all complied with the natural logic and the arrangement of time.
Last night I dreamed again. I dreamed of playing with my classmates, studying, taking exams and communicating. My heart was as young as when I was a student, and nothing had changed. I was so excited and happy. But when I wake up, everything has changed. I can feel this gap both in reality and in my dream, but I still don't know why I won't be old in my dream? Do people live in dreams? The reason why I don't want to return to reality is that I'm afraid to face the truth? I feel that life deceives time and disappoints myself, because time can't be covered up. Any modification is deception and turns black and white upside down. My beautiful dream of youth has been shattered, and my youth dominated by years will never return. But I vaguely feel that my heart is still very healthy, which is almost no different from that of adolescence. Why? I think hard and hope I can find an answer.
Years have given me everything, so that I can experience, appreciate, read and accumulate. My heart is satisfied and comforted. I thank the spots left by the vicissitudes of life, so that we can appreciate the past, design today and ideal future. I slowly understand that years can make us old and ugly, and even ruthlessly deprive us of our lives, but our existence is love and love, which nourishes our feelings of not being old. It can be seen that our hearts will not be old, but only the carrier, spirit and love will last forever.
Time is like a mentor. Its way of education is to let you understand the Tao. How to deliberately will be extreme. In free time and space, you can learn a lot, accumulate a lot, and find a lot at the same time. Perhaps this is the privilege given to you by time. People feel that time is precious and a real wealth that money can't buy, but it's easiest for people to look down on time, so time won't support you.
Whose youth has years paid? Perhaps the phenomena in nature have shown that we are all children of nature, life does not belong to ourselves, and all our forms of activities are a concentration of the times. Our youth has been dedicated to this society, no regrets, although not great, but very practical. Because human beings are spiritual advocates and great practitioners, and the wealth around them is paved for love and happiness.