May You Walk in the Warm Sunshine
Elder Jie Xianlin said in his essay 'Reflections at Eighty': 'Nowadays I have actually lived to be eighty years old, the road ahead will not be straighter or smoother than the past, but I am not afraid. There are still flashes of wild roses and the shadows of wild roses in my eyes.' Suddenly, reading this sentence, I couldn't help but feel sad and wanted to cry.
Perhaps it's because at such an old age, one can still have such beautiful and pure dreams. Or perhaps it's a sadness for the dreams that have already been buried in the daily hustle and bustle.
We always want to reminisce about our own paths.
That time always seems slow, with you and me having bright and clear eyes, and we always hum cheerful songs. Sometimes we even play pranks, although we might get a few scoldings, it's nothing to worry about. Happiness is most important, isn't it?
That was us, we certainly wouldn't be so exhausted.
Because we can always easily find happiness in things, and go out with a few good friends to pick wild fruits, or a cat sneaking off to nap where adults can't find it.
Thinking about it, it's really good. But how can it suddenly make you cry? People are really strange.
But now, suddenly, these are all gone.
Our current selves may still resemble our past selves, but our hearts are different. Because every day you are busy with life, perhaps you also have to fight with your children about their homework and studies. Finally, lying in bed, you realize you are exhausted, and you just hope to quickly fall into dreams. Because perhaps only there can you find a moment of tranquility, and embrace the warmth of the sun in your heart.
But isn't this always the case? Life rushes forward and then rushes away. So don't hurry, all we need to do is adjust our steps at any time, keep our hearts calm, and maintain contact with ourselves.
Perhaps sleeping is really a good medicine!
