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Chapter Thirteen My Thirty Years Old

Being pregnant is like being pregnant. People will notice it after a long time. The wife of Chentangguan Commander Li Jing was "pregnant" for three years and six months and gave birth to a meatball dumpling. However, she chopped it off with a sword and a "Nezha" popped out.

Come on. Readers who are familiar with fairy tales must remember the legendary birth of Nezha. That’s okay, at least Nezha still looks like a human being when he is born. Why? I have only been pregnant for thirty years, and no one has read what I have written! Sad!

, so sad!!! It’s like I’ve been waiting for thirty years, and who am I waiting for?

Life seems too long, yet too short. When we find out what we want and when we have someone to cherish, we find that youth is too short. We don’t have time to fall in love, but we have too many regrets and things we haven’t done.

Things. Have you ever worked hard to complete your studies, do a good job in your career, have you ever really had a crush on someone, have you ever had a serious love affair, have you ever paid filial piety to your elders, have you ever read a book properly?

, is there a trip that you still remember vividly, and have you ever won a championship when you were young? Let us take a good look at it. Thirty years have passed. So if you don’t rush to do everything you should or shouldn’t do before you turn thirty,

After everything is done, there is nothing much to do after that, so everyone does not have enough time. Now I feel more and more that there is not enough time, because my thirties have passed. If you still have your thirties, please cherish it. Because time

Love will not stop without waiting for someone. My thirties may be destined to shed tears for love.

Everyone has potential happiness, but it is easy: covered up by habits, blurred by time, and consumed by inertia. Time passes like goodbye, and new dreams are like the same year. Thirty years have passed, and time is like an inverted hourglass.

You can no longer stop it. As time goes by, it will eventually disappear. Time passes like the wind like the past. Looking back on what I have done in the past thirty years, there are gains and losses. I was busy the past few days and I didn’t make any money.

I get money; sometimes I am idle at home, which is a waste of money; sometimes I go to work leisurely and feel like I have nothing to do; I never worked hard when I was young, but when I get older I want to do something, but I want to work hard, but I am unable to do it.

Life is just passing by, go with the flow, and live according to the trends.

Many things are indeed not something everyone can bear. What forces you to move forward is not the faint light of the dream ahead, but the abyss of reality behind you. We are no longer young and have no way out. We can only move forward.

. Over the past few days, I have thought that more than half a year has passed since I looked back, but what about looking forward? There are still many things waiting for me to do, and I am deeply affected. There is not enough time. Work hard and do nothing;

Go to work and get off work, two o'clock and one line; default during the day, think about it day and night. This is life, we all have to work hard to live, plan, expect, things that were planned a long time ago, how many things are satisfactory in detail? How many things are there?

Is it completed? How many things have given the heart a satisfactory answer. Flowers bloom in four seasons, and people live one life at a time; life and breathing, exhalation and sighing; but seek freedom, but seek no worries, and avoid doing nothing, like this

Years of hard work and long journeys.

There are so many memories to look back on, so this move can only comfort the body of running around! The long journey of light and shadow in these years is so short. Standing in the whirlpool of time and space, we have no choice but to sink to the bottom and end with a kind of sadness.

I watch the time go by with a feeling of loss. Time remains the same. I want to create a personal and humorous novel that connects with personal experiences, but arouses strong emotions and touches people's hearts. What the world never lacks is coming.

The past, people and feelings, the people who have come and gone around me are layered and diverse, and what is left is only the memory. These bits and pieces are endless. As time goes by, my life has basically not changed.

, career and love have not improved much either. Every day I just go to and from work, eat and sleep. I feel like I am living a pig's life, lazy and powerless.

Every year, every month, every year, the flowers are similar, but the people are different every year. The leaves are green and yellow, the flowers are blooming and withering, the moon is full and missing, the weather is sunny and cloudy, and the mood is also the same.

Good times and bad. Life goes on repeatedly, and we are also looking forward to it, and we are also moved, whether it is work, life, people and things. These days are really like what the book says, you can mention anything these days.

Don't mention money; you can do anything these days, but don't touch things. Otherwise, you will be hurt. Always start to hope at the beginning of the year that everything will be better in the next year. In the New Year, we all

Text messages like this: "XX years have passed. I hope next year will be particularly good. The sunshine will penetrate the haze in my heart. If you are well, I will be happy." They all hope that the people around them are happy and well.

Rotating repetitions and blessings give myself hope, just waiting for this haze to fade away! In fact, I should also go with a throbbing emotion to see the gorgeous mountain flowers, the clear water and the great rivers and mountains of the motherland.

Grab the sunset clouds and beautiful mountains and rivers into your arms, describe the scene full of fireworks, capture every beautiful scene, hide it in your memory, leave it in the photo, erase the eternal color of the memory, and contain many colors of the sky

.The story of walking out of the mountains, taking bold steps, and harvesting happiness with passion. These thirty years have passed like this. We can't change the past, but we can change the future. I hope we can get up from yesterday's past and wave.

Looking forward to next year.

Generally speaking, the past thirty years have been pretty good, with some gains and losses. I hope that the next year can go well emotionally and safely, accept a new relationship, meet some new friends, and make some like-minded books.

My friend, I don’t know why, but my heart is always empty. I want to find the lost beauty and spiritual sustenance? Or am I moved by that? I don’t know.

Living in this city, I have gained a lot of love from friends and family, and I feel that I am happy. Because I do not exist alone in this city. I am not lonely. I only feel lonely when I miss someone.

I tried not to think about her and made myself stronger. In fact, I had countless things to say, but I didn’t know how to express them. After my youth passed away, I waved goodbye with regrets and expectations, hoping that I could be here again.

Make good plans in the new year and execute them as scheduled. This is your own life.

Who did you meet when you were the most beautiful? Who stayed with you when you loved someone deeply? How much time does love give you to meet and separate, to choose and regret? It’s not that you are not heartbroken,

It’s not that I don’t regret it, but there is no time to embrace each other anymore. If you fall in love, but love at the wrong time, what other choice do you have besides cherishing that drop of tears from the bottom of your heart and walking away without words? Who is the most miserable in your life?

I believe you and support you, this is true love. There are many things and many people, and with time, we can really slowly forget that time is like a pencil sharpener, we are all pencils. Some have broken the core, and some have broken the core.
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