Women's Sunny Day will tear each other a few days, and the new year will be here. At this age, there are not many people tearing the calendar, so I can't match the old-fashioned style and leave a calendar for myself on the table. I am afraid...
Women's Sunny Day will tear each other a few days, and the new year will be here. At this age, there are not many people tearing the calendar, so I can't match the old-fashioned style and leave a calendar for myself on the table. I am afraid that a whole year of daily life will be printed on a piece of paper, as if a year of life is only worth such a thin piece of paper.
Woman, it is actually no different if I live to this age. Women will panic after fifty, and when they reach sixty, it is like the sunset falling. After sixty, it has already sunk to the west, and the last bit of beauty of the sun is gone.
I am impatient and can't wait to urge me to be in the dusk, especially the loneliness of middle-aged women, the days are so hard that people can't stand it. Every day I always want to tear up calendar papers, and I will push as much as possible to one or two years old, so as not to have young expectations, so that I feel lonely. This is the pain of love for middle-aged women. Having dreams is hard, and without dreams is hard; I have reached the state of no dreams in the past few years.
I have many middle-aged women around me. No matter how their lives are full of self-explanatory abilities, they often cannot find their love. The word "love" is a word that young women long to pursue, while middle-aged women often cannot say it when they want to love. They can only talk and stop talking and wanting to say it in the eternal sense of lack of love and the loss of love. Invisibly, it seems that there is a last desire for life, urging us to devote ourselves to the lost garden.
Most middle-aged women think that prosperity is like a dream, and the past is like smoke. For the past that is gone, they can only be placed in the memory of the treasure box; sometimes they open, look at the diamond glasses in the head, and make the past memorials a little; but just after a while, they just survived and had to die, quickly put them down again, and then put them on again.
There are probably not many middle-aged women who want to confess like me, because middle-aged women are actually afraid of being in love accidents. A middle-aged woman has become a self-cleaning lifestyle and suddenly wants to hand herself over to a relationship. It is really too difficult to get ups and downs with a stranger who is involved in her life. Middle-aged women often have a long-lasting love life. Often, what you meet is endless, the wilderness is thousands of years old, but it has not come one step earlier, and it has not been one step ahead, and it has been one step ahead, and it has been one step ahead.
A middle-aged woman who remarries is particularly despised when she goes down. Like Zhang Ailing, she fell in love with Hu Lancheng at the age of 24, and married him for a long time. When I was old, I went to the United States and always met my new husband, Yu Ya. When I got married, my husband died at 36 and forty-seven. In less than 11 years, I was widowed and died.
The woman in the sun is actually more than a woman in her twenties, and she loves her so much that she is both afraid and infatuated. I had a hard time doing this when I was a child. I always thought that if a middle-aged woman was just going to take love as a matter of time, would she still take love? But if the female friends who observe me are unlucky, they may be middle-aged women who want to die or who really die. Young boys and girls, their love seems to be the bubble that just blown out, beautiful and burst, and then burst, and then burst, and behind each broken, a new one was taken, no matter how beautiful it was, it was gone, and even the notes were not enough to remember.
A true middle-aged woman has a cold appearance on the surface, but her heart is already up and down. When you meet a man who is moved, you often have different inner calculus, shyness, and cover up. At the same time, you sing, yell, blow and tune, and become a sensation.
The love of a middle-aged woman is like a calm drama. It's not that it doesn't have a drama, it's just pretending to have no drama. She had a posture, like a model in the window, with a small and oblique face in the wooden man, looking at only one side, looking forward to all eyes looking at her.
Women are often more eager to find a deep love than young women. Like the woman in "Lost Garden", a wife with a husband, she takes a car every day and has a date with her lover in the afternoon. She searched from the lust to the end of her love life, and was a bit obsessed with the fact that men and women in ordinary people could not understand it.
After sixty years, I often tell myself that my love life has ended here. Looking back on this life, my youth has been buried in love for almost all, ups and downs, hurting others and myself. Life is so hard. There are several times when I hugged the old dog that I had been with for more than ten years, my furry body, and I was warmly hugging it. I thought to myself that there have been so many tourists in my life over the past few decades, and only they have never left.
Middle-aged women are different from young girls. Some people seem to be irritated, "Help me find a man!" But the man really pushed her in front of her, and she was more shy than ordinary girls. She was just afraid, what if she was afraid of really falling in love? She has forgotten to play the role of little girl for too long. In the role of a woman in love, except for being a woman and an immortal husband, the only thing she can do is to lie in a man and dress up a soft little girl.
The love of a middle-aged woman is like a double vision. It smears a layer of woman's worldly essence, and it smears a layer of girl's unsalterable infatuation; it smears a layer of patience that only middle-aged women can develop, and it smears a layer of panic loneliness that only middle-aged people can feel. I am afraid that I will get hurt and that my life will be too cold when I get old. This kind of shadow continues. The life of double-divided separation is calm on the surface, and the calendar is torn off one page at a time, and my heart is inseparable.
Especially at a certain age, they usually live without destination. I am usually busy with work, and on holidays, I often look at the city view, hear people's sounds, look at the flowers and plants, and then look at the fish in the pond. If you accidentally hear a couple quarrel in a relationship, you will smile even more heartily. On the weekends of middle-aged women, they mostly watched the TV and went quietly. When they woke up, they only felt that the color of life was a bit gray and blue, like the audience who left seats alone at the movie scene. After a while lonely, I looked at the watch and found that it had only been half a day..
There was a middle-aged woman gathering, and two of the six women said, "Those men are too bad and look down on them." One of them honestly said that she was self-aware. She was a love-in-law. As long as she followed the man, she would be done. Her life was pretty flawed and she should not be broken.
A good friend of mine is the most enjoyable among the girls. She explained everything to cultural issues. She believed that Asian men were not good at it. Women like us had to look for Western men. They respected women's cultivation and had a certain degree of cultural education. Unlike Taiwanese men who were rough and domineering and unpredictable. She does not change her Lion nature and believes that when she reaches a passage of life, she will definitely find her ideal man within a few days.
girlfriend Chen Yuhui, is really an example of this. She lived to be over thirty and panicked and decided to get married. Where to marry? She said it was so difficult, so she posted the marriage registration matter on the newspaper. Chen Yuhui finally got married. Although she met hundreds of men when she started the marriage, she didn't expect to see someone at a glance at the door of the German Academy. She directly thought that the man had confirmed his understanding of the child. After seven days, she married the German.
I especially like Zhang Ailing's Qiqiao in "The Golden Lock" and married a tragic second son who was like a dead man. She endured the abuse of her mother-in-law, the sister-in-law and even the maid, and also lost the lover she pursued in the age of the girl. Just to wait until one day Erwei died, the big family split up and improve her social status. My uncle Sanwei talked to her, and she only dared to put her love in her heart. In order to round her golden dream, "How many days have she been trying to suppress herself, she has made her muscles and teeth sore all over her body." Finally, when her husband died and the big family was separated. In the scene of the separation, Qi Qiao was both playing tricks, crying and storming the streets, and she offended the clan's chief, and finally let the second-family family fall into her hands.
After having money, she thought she could have love, love and dreams at the beginning, so she met her uncle again. When my uncle had a relationship with her, her desire resurrected again. At that time, Qi Qiao suddenly returned to the girlish period from a woman. She lowered her head and bathed in the light, listened carefully to the music, and was very happy. She said that she hated her for being so close to her, and she turned out to be today. After her uncle talked more, she realized that she was showing affection for her now just to coax her money. Qi Qiao was in a mess. I wanted to sell the money I had to spend all my life, but would I still be able to get this unfair heart? With just this thought, Qiqiao became angry again and turned from a girl to a woman. She slapped her uncle, who fled with her tail and fled in disorganized clothes. When the uncle really walked out of the door, Qiqiao hurriedly ran up the building, and fell and accidentally hit the wall, just to look at the uncle again in the window.
The sun-like woman may be like this, too smart and too fragile. Her love was given too quickly, but it was also received quickly. While pulling and pulling, these young women have been fighting day by day, and have been getting older every year. They have been peaceful and turbulent until their lives are in a hurry and the sun is in a slump.
It's almost the Chinese New Year, I'm asking myself if it's good?
The answer is still old-fashioned and clever, and I always look at my uncle's Qijie by the window. Just stop thinking about it. It is better to watch the stories of good friends’ love abroad than to see people from the window. Looking forward to their love calendar.
Book Introduction
Book Name: Finally, I still love
Author: Chen Wenqian
Publisher: Youlu Culture
Date of publication: 2020/06/05
Author Introduction/Chen Wenqian
I was young and didn't think I was old. He once came to power and refused to give up his power. I have been writing arts and arts, but I don’t want to be hiding.
Her books include world finance, international politics, sketches and essays, women's and love, life insights and philosophical thoughts.
Life is transcendental, TV host, broadcast host, writer, art curator. He has taught "International Politics of Little People" in the Department of Finance at Taiwan University, served as a lecturer at the School of Literature of the University of Political Science, taught "Yanshi Aesthetics" at the Donghai Institute of Arts, and has been a lecturer at Asia University.
Li Ao once laughed at her and did everything except for not singing. She replied to Li Ao: At least he has served as the Taiwan general manager of EMI record company, and he also hosted a document "Wen Qian's Music Story".
Ask Wen Qian why she turned so many lives, her answer: I only have one life. Ask her why she lives differently from many women? She said: A woman’s responsibility is to please herself. As a public figure, she only dresses herself, not dresses for others.
Wen Qian's right-hand man: In the midst of the world, you must be a beautiful woman when you grow old.
