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When I was 3 years old, I held the lollipop in my hand and firmly believed that it was the most important.
When I was five years old, I spent a whole afternoon catching the dragonfly, and it seemed like the most important thing at that moment.
When I was 7 years old, I saw the certificate in my deskmate's hand with envy and a little envy, thinking that it was perhaps the most important.
When I was 9 years old, lying on my back in the shade, the sun dappled on my face, a leisurely summer vacation was so important to me.
When I was 13 years old, I realized that the admission letter from a key high school was very important to my life.
At the age of 16, sitting in the classroom, the breeze through the hall, looking at the girl's ponytail in the front seat, suddenly felt that it was not bad to look at it all the time.
When I was 18 years old, I studied hard day and night, praying to God and Buddha, only for a college admission letter.
At the age of 22, I bid farewell to the campus and stepped into the so-called society vaguely, and a job became the most important thing.
At the age of 24, my wedding day came, and I looked at the guests and my bride, who of course was not the same girl I had been when I was 16, and I felt only a little regret. But in that moment, she became the most important person to me.
At the age of 25, I pushed a cup for a cup with my friends, bragged and fart, did not understand the age of the world, only feel that face is the most important.
At the age of 26, I waited anxiously outside the delivery room, crying breaking the silence, and I knew something more important was coming.
When I was 30 and struggling with a mortgage and a car payment, I thought money was so important.
At the age of 38, my lifelong tough dad started asking for my advice, and it hit me that he was finally getting old.
Still 38 years old, my mother never scolded me again, but not tired of nagging, but with some caution. I know. She'll get old, too.
At the age of 38, my son no longer clung to me, he had his own partner's life. I knew that for the rest of my life, he would just keep running away from me. That year I realized that maybe time is the most important thing in the world.
At the age of 40, when I read the messy medical report, I remembered that I had never felt important.
At the age of 45, I spent half my life in a muddle, with a beer belly, and when I was working, I recalled my young dreams and never felt that dreams were so important.
At the age of 50, watching my son walk down the aisle to a nice girl, I squinted at my son onstage, not sure if the bride was the same girl he had fallen in love with when he was 16, but still feeling that my son's happiness was more important than mine.
At the age of 55, I was panting after my grandson for fear he would fall. At that moment I never gave my grandson great hopes, his safety and happiness is the most important thing.
At the age of 60, I buried my parents together, and as I got older, many things became more relaxed. I did not shed tears, but felt that my father's scolding and mother's nagging were extremely important at that moment.
At the age of 70, my wife was the first step, my son and daughter-in-law had a successful career, and my grandson was studying at a university in other places, so I could only hang out on the street with nothing to do, inexplicably feeling that my wife was more important than the old lady who danced in the square.
At 75, when the doctors at the hospital told me to go out and leave my son alone, I knew the time was up. In the meantime, I called my grandson to tell him that if you fall in love with a girl when you're 16, you should squeeze her like you squeezed a lollipop when you're 3. Think about it, and feel how much for the old disrespected. After the phone was connected, he only said one sentence, Grandpa miss you, have time to see me. The doctor relieved me that the problem was not big, I smiled and told the doctor that there was no big problem in life, in fact, it was the most important to live the day.
At the age of 76, my grandson came back to see me, and let him see my dying look, my heart was a little awkward. My son and daughter-in-law sobbed at the bedside. I didn't have enough energy to think about what was most important. I just wanted to keep things simple. His son and daughter-in-law are not old, and their health is not easy. Grandson just joined the work soon, ask for leave is not good, don't leave a bad impression to the leader.
Was thinking, I do not know where the wind blew, fascinated my eyes. Open your eyes, mom and dad holding hands, my most familiar smile on the face, they are young, open arms to hug. I missed them so much that I jumped out of bed and ran to them without hesitation. Running, I became 60 years old, 50 years old, 40 years old, 30 years old, until I became 3 years old, they can finally pick me up again, I nodded to them, they also smiled and nodded, and turned away with me.
I looked back at my son, daughter-in-law and grandchildren, who were holding me in their arms at 76 years old and crying, although they didn't want to give up, but it didn't matter, I knew they could still live a good life.
So what is the most important, everything is important, but it is not necessary, because you used to think that the most important is always the day of loss, regret is always the normal life