Life at the age of thirty is poison in the eyes of a twenty-year-old. It is like a fence bound by vines. Originally, I just wanted to watch the people restrained in the yard quietly, but I never thought that I would be trapped and lose my youth and freedom. In this case, the beauty of being far away from the hustle and bustle is not worth the entanglement of a cluster of rattan!
In thirty-year-old life, if you don't want to be forgotten, you can only be remembered. Nostalgia is the first tear left in your eyes when you look up at the stars. No matter how you wipe it away, you can't stop it from coming. The reason why it is said to be the first tear is because it is both emotional and real. What's emotional is that when you look up and look into the distance, your heart will naturally feel sentimental. The truth is, the quiet heartbeat is the warmest comfort you can hear.
At the age of thirty, the generation born in the 1980s will eventually come to an end. There is not much time left to squander the youth they have accumulated. The characters on the wall calendar intuitively explain whether "a year and a half" is an adjective or a quantifier. My hair became greasy, my clothes became wrinkled, and my original "unsophisticated" glasses were replaced by decent retro glasses. The time of daily necessities has gradually led us from the basement to row upon row of high-rise buildings. When we have the life we once envied, have we become what we longed for in those years? Or have you deviated from the paradise in your heart and become a person who only knows money and forgets about nostalgia?
Intention: In the vast sea of people, you are my most precious possession, and I am also the lonely boy you once were.