时间悄无声息，增长了年龄，岁月不留痕迹，催老了容颜。不知不觉中，我们已不再年轻，心态稳重了，心事增多了。从前那个年轻懵懂的我，到现在已经变得成熟了，都是因为经历了太多风雨，都是因为见惯了人情冷暖，都是因为体验了悲欢离合，也让我沉淀了一颗不惊的心。一路走来，回头想想，人生真的就像是一场梦，仿佛童年就在昨天，青春好像还未走远，可是看到镜子中的自己，只剩下了老年的沧桑，只恨岁月是一把刀，刀刀催人老，刀刀不留情。这些年一路走来，最不容易的人就是自己。风雨坎坷，自己闯，压力责任，自己担。病了得撑着，痛了得忍着，难了得藏着，苦了得装着。一步一个脚印，不容易，一直伪装坚强，太委屈。这些年一路走来，受伤最多的人就是自己。因为没有心眼，被人利用；因为心思简单，被人伤害；因为善良真诚，被人欺负；因为心直口快，被人厌恶。流了不少眼泪，没人知晓，心中千疮百孔，无人心疼。从前年轻不懂，总以为衰老是不幸。现在已至中年，慢慢的也就清醒了。衰老是人生常态，脸上的皱纹，头上的白发，一定要看开看淡。在变老的路上努力变好，不为不值得的人生气，不为没意义的事执迷。送给不再年轻的自己，老了就老了吧，但是要活出一个好心态，不管自己变得多么苍老，都要保持对生活的热爱，愿你历尽千帆的磨难，归来仍是少年！
Time silently increases age, leaving no trace of time, and aging ones appearance. Unconsciously, we are no longer young, our mindset is stable, and our worries have increased. I, who used to be young and ignorant, have become mature now, all because I have experienced too much wind and rain, all because I am accustomed to the warmth and coldness of human relationships, all because I have experienced joys and sorrows, and have also precipitated a calm heart. Along the way, looking back, life is really like a dream, as if childhood was yesterday, youth seems to have not yet gone far, but when I see myself in the mirror, only the vicissitudes of old age are left. I only hate that time is like a knife, a knife that makes people old, and a knife that does not show mercy. Over the years, the most difficult person has been oneself. Wind and rain are bumpy, you can take responsibility for it, and you can take responsibility for it. Hold on when you e sick, endure when you e in pain, hide when its difficult, and pretend when its hard. Step by step, its not easy, pretending to be strong all the time is too grievance. Over the years, the person who has been injured the most is oneself. Being exploited by others due to lack of heart and mind; Because of a simple mind, being hurt by others; Because of kindness and sincerity, being bullied; Because of being straightforward and disliked by others. I shed a lot of tears, no one knew, my heart was full of wounds, and no one felt sorry. Previously, when I was young and didn understand, I always thought that aging was unfortunate. Now that I have reached middle age, I am gradually waking up. Aging is the norm in life. The wrinkles on the face and the white hair on the head must be taken seriously. Strive to become better on the road of aging, not angry with unworthy people, not obsessed with meaningless things. Give it to yourself who is no longer young, grow old as you grow old, but live with a good mindset. No matter how old you become, you must maintain your love for life. May you go through the hardships of a thousand sails and return as a young man!
