At the age of 30 years old, it is neither high nor low, to put it bluntly, there is a feeling that it is not up or down. It's too old to talk about love, but it's too early to talk about death.

I remember when I was a child, my grandmother bought me a green-skinned wind-up frog, and at that time the house was one of those low bungalows, and when the tin frog was clockwork, it would jump all over the ground, and I would giggle and laugh so quietly that the years would be quiet, and the laughter would be light. I have vaguely blurred the age of the green-skinned frog, but I only remember the years when I was wearing open crotch pants and following the adults behind me, and the curtain had already come to an end with the sunset.

I wrote an essay about "Kite" the other day, and I know that many people don't understand the real emotions I have given to it. I remember writing in that article that "The swing envies the freedom and blue sky of the kite, but the kite tells him that he seems to be free, but he is not free." Because, he has a line of years in the passing years. If you give up the manipulation of fate, that kind of beauty will disappear in an instant. ”

When I wrote this article, it was because I remembered the first time I flew a kite when I was a child. I remember it as an orange-yellow butterfly with black spots on it. I was in the little square opposite my house, holding a spool and looking up at the sky. It was spring, it was very windy, and that sense of real power made it difficult to take control of the situation, try to let go, but never leave it. Suddenly a strong wind blew it, and that day was the first time in my childhood that I longed for and longed to grow. It's just that the process of growing up is too fast, and the fleeting time seems to have left no embarrassing scenes in the past 25 years, and he quickly jumped into adulthood.

I used to envy the expansiveness and free-spiritedness, and I remember that people around me liked to lament when I was a child, but when I was a child, I didn't think so. And when my friends and I really talked about the past, so far and so close, it seemed to be separated by a coastline.

Yes, I think, don't say that I was in 1988, but most of the people in the world have all kinds of confusion in life when they become adults. So, some people obey, some people struggle, no matter what, like a kite, flying is flying, but there is always a line behind them that cannot be separated. This line is called life, and life and death are up to heaven.

In fact, I don't have any special concept of age, but when someone is lamenting that I jumped from a child to a middle-aged person, I feel something, and suddenly realize the kind, yes, I'm 30, but, so what?

Yes, not really.

The people of this world who have come before and after each other have rushed to the age of thirty, and they have hurriedly passed the medal of age. You will inadvertently find that it is easy to laugh, but it is not so simple.

At such an embarrassing age, I have to admit that sometimes it takes a kind of courage to love the world. I have always felt that men and women between the ages of 30 and 40 are the most tired, just like the common people say, they can't go to the village in front of them, and they can't see the shops in the future.

You are standing in the middle of life, you want to pick the stars, you need confidence, you want to ride a horse and gallop, you need to get a piece of grassland. Time no longer gives you the opportunity to fear life and death, and time will not give you the sweet candy of dull past memories.

You look up at the way you came, you look down at the future long, what is out of reach is your dreams, all your childhood promises to the future will become the past, and regrets will become hurt.

I think I have a good personality and a big heart, but I still suddenly feel that life is not easy, that life is not easy, that everything is not easy, that everything is not easy.

Helpless. The reason to go on is nothing more than to be like everyone else, for all those who love me and those I love.

Did you linger last night,

Are you melancholy in the dawn of the day,

I stood at the point in 1988 and rowed with an oar.

I want to touch my childhood self,

I also want to shake the old face in my dreams.

I look forward, talk about love, and get old;

I look backwards, talking about death, it's too early.

As a result, there is one more kite runner in this world.