Only when people reach fifty do they finally understand the subtraction of life.
Those who cannot hold the wind, cannot keep the people, and cannot keep the past will eventually say goodbye with a smile.
No longer insist on forcing, no longer dwell on regrets, learn to reconcile with the years, and shake hands with yourself.
Returning to my hometown from the city, I looked back on the field for half my life, and in the smoke of rice transplanting, I understood the transparency and relief of middle-aged people.
This is a healing essay written for middle-aged people, recording life insights at the age of fifty, hiding the warmth and sobriety of the world of fireworks.
I hope everyone who has reached the second half of their lives can let go of their obsessions, embrace the present, and make gentle peace with themselves.
Intention: Look down on gains and losses, cherish the present, and reconcile with yourself