Time flies day by day. Three passes forty in a flash. As the saying goes: Life begins at forty. Recently, I often ask myself in my spare time: Am I really at the age of No-doubt? After today’s work, I was full of zest, and myriad of thoughts well up in my mind. Take down some thoughts and share them with you.

      Not understand that till forty years later: Good friends should be mutual appreciation instead of mutual appropriations. Good friends can only be produced in the same class, and the poor and the rich, the common people and the high officials, the grassroots and the pop stars, the illiteracies and the scholars will never become true friends. Because they are not in the same class, they never have the peers’ profound experience and insights to the class. 

Not understand that till forty years later: Rice should be mouthful eaten, and things should be done little by little. No things can be made at one stroke, so we should not run in circles. Instead, we should live an easy life at middle-aged. 

Not understand that till forty years later: Only calm is not enough, we should show ourselves at an appropriate time to light the watery days. 

Not understand that till forty years later: Age for life is no more than a symbol. The saying “The talented make contributes to country in their young, but what will they do when they are old?” is true. 

Not understand that till forty years later: Everything has a dual nature, and even sometimes there isn’t something quite right about it. What you consider to be wrong may appear to be right to others. Something you make every effort to strive for is very likely the one that others get rid of or abandon.  

      Not understand that till forty years later: The quality of life is totally up to your mental attitude. The amenity from “Small clusters of friends sit together, talking about the daily life of a family over cups of weak tea.”  is better than the mutual deception under delicious delicacy and staggered cups. The life like“While picking asters 'neath the Eastern fence，my gaze upon the Southern mountain rests”is more free and unfettered than the one that someone is in a high position with good salary while he is poor in mind and has great anxiety about his official career. 

Not understand that till forty years later: Treat our favorite friend of the opposite sex, we should be more love, less greedy. By doing so, there will be less trace of haze and more crack of sunlight in our feelings.

Not understand that till forty years later: Alienation of affection is a pain just like our skins being cut. Some short, some understanding, some tolerance will make our hearts be wider, moreharmonious and warmer. 

Not understand that till forty years later: we should never do such foolish things like thin foster and lavish funeral to treat parents. Their generation have been suffered a lot, so care them is caring our conscience. When referring to the kindness, parents will be much pain about money, but things would really work out fine by using our head. For example: You can go to the pub to order the best Bird's Nest Soup, and come back to tell them that this is southern hot pepper porridge you buy it with 2 Yuan at a stand, then watch them enjoying the soup happily. As a matter of fact, most of the time, they do not need your splendor at all. Instead, they will be satisfied with that if you ask them one story about their young a week and listen to them patiently till the end. 

Not understand that till forty years later: Our partner appears to be plain, sometimes even unbearable. In fact, we have been one year by year. Even the bad practices have been a part of our life.If one day you really want to tear up the unbearable marriage, you will find that eachpiece you tear up is linked to your flesh and bones.

Not understand that till forty years later: We spoil the kids just like the high-fat and the high-sugar are harmful to their health. We are afraid that they run in circles, worried that they suffer hardships and experience difficulty. The whole family put up the greenhouse for them, and then we watch them growing feebly silently. 

 Not understand that till forty years later: Occupation is nothing but a cup, while your accomplishment and character is the stunner in the cups. Maybe foul water rather than Just Grapes is in the Night-light Glass. It is not always the boiled water in the stoneware cup. Maybe the Longjing tea is in it. The whole of the quality depends on their own acquired good fortune.