When people reach middle age, they gradually understand. The darkness before dawn is the most precious, because light is coming. The middle-aged man who is still old is also the most beautiful. Because middle age has resigned from the impulse of youth, accumulated years of experi

people reach middle age and gradually understand.

The darkness before dawn is the most precious because light is coming. The middle-aged man who is still old is also the most beautiful. Because middle-aged

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The dusk before dusk is also the most gorgeous, because the most beautiful thing is the red sunset. People say that tepid emotions last the longest, because only fine water can flow long and still water can flow deep.

Looking up is spring, looking down is autumn, spring, summer, autumn and winter pass by, the four seasons are reincarnated, and time flies. Gradually, we will understand that keeping the immortal enthusiasm in our hearts, sticking to the unchanging original intention in our hearts, insisting on living for ourselves and persevering for our life to the end. This is the truest happiness.

Some people, the longer they live, the less they talk, and they don’t want to talk to others. Many times, I am alone, staring at the sky quietly in a daze. I just want to seal those beautiful things in my heart, compress those sad things into the years of time, and they may eventually disappear into a wind blow away.

There are not many things that are truly worth talking about in the world, just like people can’t do a few things in the end.

Times are not forgiving people. Stick to your true self, continue to seek with the belief of the wind, be calm with the attitude of a flower, and on the road of rushing old age, I wish that there are years to look back, I wish that there are longings to care about, and I wish that there are family affection to hold hands.