The four stations of life

If our life were to be regarded as a magical journey, the carriage we drive, called Time, would stop at these four stations: childhood, youth, middle age, and old age.

Life is like water.

Childhood is a stream, clear, cool and quiet, never mixed with other superfluous elements, simple to see the bottom at a glance, jumping like a flowing piano music, each key contains a kind of unparalleled innocence.

Youth is a tide, style, turbulent, come and go in a hurry, never procrastinate, like a new official just arrived, between the gestures are permeated with a kind of indescribable resolute and bold.

Middle age is a river, experienced, inclusive, magnificent, never picky luxury, the mind is grand to be able to take hundreds of rivers, and then a style of its own, between the wind and the wind.

Old age is a lake, mature, deep, quiet and far, never impetuous impulse, rational calm like a mirror, see through the world is the most qualified to mirror the world.

Life is like a stone.

Childhood is the ore, the most potential, angular. The most innocent period of life is in childhood, the truth of childlike innocence, the innocence of no taboo, is any secular and utilitarian can not be eroded.

Youth is jade, the most charming, the light color dazzling, the most beautiful time of life is in youth, youth is the spring of life, the China of life, but it is fleeting, irreparable, just like the beautiful jade, once broken, the water can not be recovered.

Middle age is the cobblestone, the most intelligent, the square is complacent, in the river of life, people always start from the upstream, along the way, it is inevitable not to be the secular turbidity of the original sharp edges and corners, but this smooth is the mystery of life.

Old age is the whetstone, the most determined, tough, in the jungle of life, our pioneering sword will inevitably blunt, not after such a whetstone grinding, it is difficult to show sharp again.

Life is a group of different types of articles.

Childhood is a fable, short and concise, simple to reveal the dream of innocence.

Youth is poetry, delicate and romantic, full of colorful imagination of life.

Middle age is prose, eloquent, eclectic, as long as the charm can gather, is the theme of success.

Old age is a novel, which can absorb the various forms of life in the furnace of memory and turn them into steel.

Life is a climb.

Childhood is the grass at the bottom of the slope, with its immature body to explain to the world: all old age must pass through the young transition, just like the road to the top of the mountain, the mountain is its only part.

Youth is the flowers on the hillside, with its gorgeous colors to show the beautiful sentimental flowers.

Middle age is a mountainside pine forest, with its bursts of pine to prove to the world: only strength has the most say.

Old age is the ancient temple on the top of the mountain, standing at the top of life, a scenery alone, with the height of others can not be reached to the passers-by: only standing here to enjoy the "list of small mountains" heroic.

Life is a dance.

Childhood is a ballet, elegant and pure, like a hymn to life.

Youth is street dance, fashion and passion, like a mighty whirlwind.

Middle age is a ballroom dance, beautiful and colorful, like a dance dance spinning competition.

Old age is tai chi, steady and calm, like a kind of mental cultivation.

Life is like a drink.

Childhood is juice, fresh and sweet, like a carefree dream.

Youth is wine, mellow intoxicating, but do not be addicted to drink, otherwise it will delay the journey ahead.

Middle age is coffee, bitter after sweet, bitter is sweet, if bitter means facing, then sweet represents achievement.

Old age is pure tea, refreshing the heart and refreshing the spirit, and evoking endless thoughts and epiphanies in the affinity with nature.

Life is short, and sometimes it seems like a year.

Childhood is spring, new ideas, kites in the sky, a new reincarnation was born here.

Youth is summer, passion, interest, a wonderful blueprint sketched here.

Middle age is autumn, good news, fruitful, a successful career in this substantial.

Old age is winter, quiet and idle, and a basket of experience is panned here.

Life is short and sometimes it seems like a day.

Childhood is the dawn, is crystal clear dew, knot on the new bud of life; It is a veil of mist, mysterious and ignorant.

Youth is the morning, is the scarlet morning glow, shining on the new branches of life; It's the first crow, calling for departure.

Middle age is the noon, is the hot sun, jumping on the bud of life; Is the long wind through, spread a flag of faith.

Old age is the evening, is the sunset, coated with the whole life of the forest; It was the golden wave in the lake, peaceful and quiet.

Life is a farming.

Childhood is ploughing on the ridges of life.

Youth is sowing seeds on the ridges of life.

Middle age is to watch the garden full of lush plants carefully watered.

Old age is a harvest full of fruits, happy to enjoy the aftertaste.

Life is like a relay race, no matter where your baton has been passed, you have to go all out to run the whole way, because every step you take, there will be moving scenery!

(Life is a book of wisdom, let's read it well.)