Chapter 156 woman thirty

There is no need to make a fuss about a man who is thirty. Thirty for a woman, in the past, seems to be really a hurdle: reluctantly, let the waves push forward, the woman pinches the ID card, looks at the youthful person she loves, feels sad, and is in a dilemma. "Master, come here!" The customs officer ruthlessly drove her through the time barrier. "You call me 'teacher'? You...you...I'll complain to you!" The woman cried, and she had a fit in front of the counter and wanted to hang herself. At the dinner, I talked about the ominous number "thirty" with the two women.

With the progress of the times, good nursing care, and a lot of age, the ancient teacher's grandmother, today, can be an over-age girl; hang a fur doll on the backpack, and go on the road foolishly. "What is thirty years old?" The women were open-minded, and said, "It's just a number." Not married, enjoying celibacy: Want a man?Old and rich, go to the duck shop. "It's really equal between men and women." I sincerely admired it. "Live well, what age does it matter?" The woman asked with a smile. That's right, the most important thing is the taste and quality of life, and you don't have to be limited by the hurdles of thirty and forty.

Time flies, there is neither wind nor rain, nor birds chirping in the early morning, and the waves fall silently outside the window glass. The years are always amazing. Thirty years old, the future is boundless; the past is hard to describe.A woman who is thirty has the cuteness of thirty; forty has the charm of forty. I don't know when I started to learn to appreciate the "old woman" in the eyes of my youth; maybe, I can appreciate the "old woman" and become an "old man". Between love and hate, we are all "old"; but if we live well, it doesn't matter how old we are?