Middle age is the most awkward period, the age when you can't sleep even though it's still dark, the age when you only sigh but no longer feel moved, the age when you have sorrow but no more anger.
Middle age is the age when you kiss a woman on the forehead rather than on the lips, the age when you take stomach medicine with strong Coffee.
Middle age is a Cup of afternoon Tea, forgetting whether breakfast in childhood was congee or steamed buns; the sweet and savory dishes from youth, like rock-Sugar trotters and scallion-fried mutton, haven't been digested yet; whether dinner in old age will be steamed grouper or braised Tofu is undecided; as for late-night snacks after eighty, they are even more uncertain: a piece of biscuit? A glass of milk? In any case, this cup of afternoon tea mixes memories, slices of homesickness, and squeezes out a few drops of hope.
Middle age is the age when miscellaneous thoughts grow longer while written articles become shorter.Middle age is a meeting without anticipation: it's fine if you come, better if you don't!
“A few volumes of tattered books, half a window of cold candles, coldly neglecting the desolate study.” This is middle age. As recorded in the “Jin Shu” (Book of Jin): “On the seventh day of the seventh month, the wealthy families in the Northern Clan were displaying their clothes, all brightly colored brocades. He simply hung up a pair of rough cotton shorts in his courtyard. Some people found this strange.” His answer was: “I couldn't escape the common practice, so I did it for the sake of it!” Everyone else displayed such beautiful clothes, but those who were poor and didn't have many clothes to display could only hang out their coarse cotton shorts, considering that they couldn't avoid following the custom and did it just for the sake of doing it. If you are interested in tea, please visit Tea Drop Bus