Had heard people speak: the value of life is a normal distribution curve, if the 40-year-old is a vertex, then 40 before the value of money higher, 40 after the value of time more and more high. I, an ordinary average person has a total ashamed to talk about their life values, only into the 40-year-old, I felt the time was indeed of their own off too fast, too fast let me unprepared, let me quickly get discouraged!
Carefully think about it, age does not forgive the fact it is Oh, my son had grown taller than me, and we walked side by side units of the door, there are always familiar with the aunt would say: "Look, son, taller than his mother are high, there is really no worries about the long-Miao wanted a child so naughty children so petite, and now what has become of the handsome! "often heard these words, my heart is both sweet and a little lost, though the son of sensible comforted me: "Mom, you do not significantly older!" But I understand: the advent of autumn always, Mom always old, as my children grow up, like always! The streets, my son insisted I sit at the back seat of his bicycle, he rode side side asked: "Mom, I still trip bar!" I am happy replied: "OK, my son grow up!" his son, said: "Before, you always take me, and now that I brought to you!" Actually, I know that my son was a callow lad, he needs his mother to accompany the growth and encouragement, so I can not enter the 40-year-old slack, I have to live well, will expel from the heart with desolation and sense of loss.
How rubbing the corner of the eye is also erase wrinkles, think of one's life go through this period of history, I frankly: the dynamic in the spring of course lovely, warm and flowing summer course tempting, but the tranquil and elegant fall even more precious! "Autumn air is not necessarily worthy of compassion, Qing Han is Keren days," a poem by Yang Wanli unrestrained child in the Chengzhe Feng inspired me.
In fact, I just said to myself: the years to come step by step walking on the list! Maybe so, I later in life becomes much simpler, and my fate might be able to grasp from my own. In the autumn years of life, although I want to do many, many, but time has not allowed me to apportion so much for their own, and I only give up my dream of many to concentrate on doing their own things to do, although such days of plain, but I think we are also happy.