Since university, the Mid-Autumn Festival has rarely been spent at home with my family, but this year is particularly sad.
I worked overtime to do an activity last night. I sat at the activity site and glanced out the window inadvertently.
The moon is really big and round. The moon slowly rises outside the window, quiet and peaceful, with a sense of Mid-autumn ritual.
At the event site, there are a bunch of people and a bunch of things. There are always unfinished things in the office, and there are always unreasonable conclusions in human relations accidents.
Suddenly, inexplicably sentimental.
Mother, suddenly also called. How to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival? Are you off work? have you eaten? ... I didn't cry, after hanging up the phone, I started crying all of a sudden.
Since working, I rarely take holidays. In fact, I have become accustomed to such days, but I have always been sentimental in the past two years.
I saw a sentence today, life is subtraction, and the years pass by one day and one day less. We have known this fact since we were young, but we have no worries when we are young. The imagination of the future is always greater than the fear of the years. We are more upright and better, and our fears are also vague.
When we grow up, we are still full of illusions about the future, but years have taken away our collagen, energy, physical strength, and even our relatives. The fear becomes clearer, and the fear becomes more and more prominent.
People will grow, probably because they have a more thorough understanding of time.
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