Woman thirty

A little careless, she fell from a little girl in the sky and the blue sea to a little woman in daily necessities. Since I am a little woman, my husband is the sky and my son is the land, I am a farmer between the heaven and the Earth, ploughing in Longmu. What I pray in my heart is always that the weather is fine and the weather is smooth, the vast land is rich in resources and vegetation. Sometimes I have Leisure feelings, and I will also remember whether the favorite dress in the fashion store is still there? Do you want to go home with a piece of material to create your own ideas? I don’t know where to put the cute little decoration in the craft gift shop to add more fun? This oil painting with far-reaching artistic conception hanging on the wall will certainly add a lot of color. It is often through the streets and lanes to linger on and on until I think it over and over again, but finally I comfort myself: it is better to be simple and simple. Simple, even the pursuit of beauty is so real. All day long, I was thinking about how to exchange limited economic conditions for valuable material enjoyment, so as to make myself live freely and gracefully in the busy and vulgar days. Family life is always full of trivial matters such as trivial matters, scallions, hairs and garlic. These trivial matters that cannot be taken up on the table should be carefully managed without exception. Otherwise, life is like a stain on a clean mirror, let me heart. Every time I face the result of my thrifty and hard work, I can’t help feeling disappointed: I am so vulgar! Now I think about it, those ancient myths and legends are the tricks planted in the hearts of young girls one by one. My original concept of love and family originated from those beautiful myths and legends, such as those of Cowherd and weaving maid, men are industrious and simple, while women are smart and beautiful, which originated from a beautiful encounter, that kind of ancient love at first sight, and then broke through the bondage of the cage and lived a life of farming men and weaving women. As for Queqiao meeting, of course, it is not in my imagination. Later, I was crazy about Qiong Yao’s novels, and that kind of love which was out of touch made me crazy. I thought I was the heroine in it, and a person who loved me so much that I could live and die, I stayed together in an isolated island which was like spring all the year round or in the forest with birds and flowers. This ideal had always occupied my heart. I didn’t bother to ask for a little dowry until I got married, except for the love between them, I didn’t expect that love life still had so many material bases. After entering the marriage, I truly felt the distance between the ideal and the reality. Along the way of more than ten years of marriage, the girl walking in the clouds had already fallen into the dust, no more tears and rain can be seen in the repeated grinding, and no more worries can be found in the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter. In my dream, I no longer expect to pick the moon from the treetop, but only hope to take the fruit from the branch into my arms. I alienated Qiong Yao but got close to San Mao. I was confused by my own changes until someone said to me: you are no longer a 17-year-old girl, but a 30-year-old woman. Epiphany, the silent time goes by, and what changes is not only the appearance, but also the state of mind, which has changed itself unconsciously, with less romance and innocence, but a little more tranquil and plain. The thirty-year-old woman was no longer the clear stream. She was a calm lake. The sunny day was shining in the water. The thirty-year-old woman is no longer the delicate rose, but a bunch of plain and elegant autumn chrysanthemum, which is full of fragrance in the breeze. Suddenly I remembered the word of Xin Qiji: when I was young, I didn’t know the taste of sorrow, and fell in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor, and worry about giving new words. Now I know the feeling of sorrow, but I still want to say it. Unspoken, but road Day cool and good autumn. Of course, the life experience and experience of a thirty-year-old woman is far from enough to say. It’s just the first time to enter the realm of getting cold and getting better in autumn.

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