Maturity, is a round and not greasy ear sound,
A person, a seat, a cup of tea, the sun outside the window,
Listening to quiet, soothing music,
is the most beautiful music in the world.
Maturity, is a piece of handed down Song porcelain,
After suffering through the vicissitudes of fire,
Still glowing as before,
A flawed insight that can see far.
Maturity, is a face of frustrations calm,
Experiencing the baptism of success and failure again and again
Only by lowering yourself and being grateful,
Have your own life full of flowers.
Maturity is an atmosphere that stops complaining to its surroundings,
Not sophisticated and slick, not high-profile and unruly
Nor is it the supremacy of others.
Pride and publicity will be buried in the pursuit of exploration difficulties.
Maturity is a smile that ignores the noise,
Smiling to leave the world with a bent back,
Take some medicine bitter, drink some porridge light,
In a bowl of boiled water to find childhood smiling face.
Maturity, is a wash of extreme indifference,
No longer blindly follow the trend, no longer copy the east,
Dress calmly, dress appropriately
Disgust gaudy, favor cheongsam implicit.
Maturity is a kind of thick without any noise.
A flower, a grass,
A stone, a fish, a beautiful woman,
Two or three strokes, the brand is simple and rich in meaning.
Maturity, is a kind of years of brilliance,
The tumultuous collision of youth precipitated into elegance,
Standing at the peak of life with humility,
See yourself below the dust.
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