I want to write about the emotional experience of middle-aged people. The reason why I didn't call it "middle-aged people's love" is that in my understanding, the word love is too sacred and seems to only exist in the white ivory tower. Love is the shyness that makes you blush and your heart beats when you secretly glance at you. Love is the whole world that you will have if you hold your hand. Love is the sincerity of a tight hug. Love is the trembling of exploring the unknown for the first time. The world of middle-aged people is filled with desires inside and out. The emotions that are difficult to breathe amidst the raging desires are so insignificant that it makes people sigh. Middle-aged people are best at using emotional excuses to satisfy their desires. It is a kind of respite that can temporarily escape reality, it is a kind of pleasure that can instantly evade responsibility, and it is a kind of relief that can allow oneself to sink into it for a while. Once their desires are satisfied, middle-aged people need to quickly return to the real world and continue to play the role they need to play in this cruel world, even if they are tired, even if they are tired, even if they are all kinds of things. In this hell-like world, it is not easy to survive, so a moment of indulgence is really nothing to middle-aged people. The mask that had just been thrown aside had no time to collect dust and was put back on his face. The middle-aged man's pity was obvious. Hopefully this won't be a boring story.
Purpose: Female emotions and growth