一岁年 一岁心

A very favorite sentence: not only long age, not long brain.

Unconsciously, life is over half. As if it were a finger, our life was painted with an annual ring.

What kind of age, what kind of life mission, what kind of age, what kind of life situation; what kind of age, what kind of thinking and methods. A person from the green to the maturity, in addition to their own cultivation, must also be polished, the forging of the years.



Years have taught us to understand the world, and even if we are in a cold and unpopular way, we are no longer cynical and blaming, because we understand that existence is reasonable.

For those of us who are unable to change, we will accept that we know what is life and what is fate. We have less passion and impulsiveness, and we pay more attention to stability and harmony, although it is somewhat prejudiced.

We learned to compromise, no longer contend for strength, we became sleek and flexible from the edges and corners, and we learned to be optimistic.



Years have taught us to grasp ourselves, to be ethical, and to adhere to principles. Rolling red dust, material desires, and in the temptation of countless dazzling fans, we can already calmly and self-sufficiently face it, we will not be able to help ourselves, and our hearts will no longer be restless.

We have learned to be tolerant, and we have trained the minds of the rivers and rivers, but it does not mean giving up the principle.

We can't help the world, but we can do it alone.



Years let us learn to take responsibility and learn to heal themselves. We no longer depend on others. In the face of setbacks, we no longer shirk our responsibilities and no longer make excuses for ourselves.

We no longer expect others to shelter themselves from the wind and rain. We hold up a blue sky for ourselves. We are truly independent and strong. Even if we are left out, betrayed, and wronged, we will only secretly heal ourselves in the corner of no one. We will still be elegant and smiling before people.

Because we know that only you can save yourself, there must be a rainbow after the storm.



Years let us learn to choose and give up. In the complicated things, we have been able to clarify what is the Lord, what is the time, which is light and which is heavy.

We don't pretend to be high, and we don't follow the tide. We have learned to be open-minded and grateful. We have less complaints and care, and we have more tolerance and responsibility.

We know how to control ourselves to be kind to ourselves. We cherish every emotion and love the calm and light life.



One year old, one year old, one year old and one year old, time is polished and mature. Years, let us understand and understand life more and more deeply. Time can kill our glory, but it brings us mature charm; wind dust can dilute our face, but infiltrate a wisdom and calm in our hearts.

We are more self-conscious and self-respecting. We firmly believe that only after years of polishing, can life be sanded and colored, and the butterfly can be broken.