At the party, women are talking about beauty and health to see who has fewer wrinkles on his face. Men are talking about business and workplace to see who has a smaller stomach.
Women love beauty most, but they can't resist the carving of time. Men love face, but there is nothing they can do about the pile of fat on their bellies.
So some people lament that time is a knife to kill pigs. Come to think of it, this metaphor is very interesting.
Comparing time with a knife probably means that time is ruthless and makes people old, just like a murder weapon, sharp, cold and cruel.
But the crux of the matter is not whether time is a knife. The most unbearable thing is that this knife is actually used to kill pigs! In other words, the knife of "years" kills pigs, not monsters, not immortals and buddhas, but pigs who only know how to eat, sleep and wait for death!
This metaphor reveals deep sorrow in self-mockery. Under the knife of years, we have many unfinished wishes, but our unfinished business is scarred, old and no longer young.
When dealing with the knife of time, we have exhausted all our efforts and exhausted the power of the wild.
We have touched the wall, shed tears, been confused, helpless, taken the wrong road and loved the wrong person.
I believe everyone has a hard experience of touching themselves, others and even the world.
I believe that everyone has a wonderful story of tossing and turning, reaching both ends, being firm and resolute, and winning every battle.
After many battles, some turned scars into armor, strengthened themselves, broke away from the ranks of "pigs" and became winners in life.
Some of them are riddled with holes and flustered, crawling on the chopping board and becoming pigs to be slaughtered under the knife edge of time.
In the fight with the years, we gained experience, grew up in spirit, enriched our hearts and matured our rationality.
From this perspective, time is not just a knife to kill pigs, but only gives us wrinkles, white hair and old age. Time is still "pig feed". Inadvertently, it gives us a lot of nutrition, making life more loaded, tougher, wiser and more exciting!
Women have lost Lori's face in the face of years, but they have also lost blx and become strong, confident and elegant.
Men lose their tendons in the face of years, but they also wash away the dust, gain wisdom, and become introverted, calm and wise.
The knife of time killed the "pig", removed the external glitz and threatened the weak in life. The weak can only be slaughtered by the neck, howling and struggling to the end of their lives.
In front of the strong, the knife of years is my best sparring partner. In the sword shadow of life, I washed away the lead, precipitated the beauty and gained myself.
Stop lamenting that time is a butcher knife. As long as you are not a pig, you can keep your dignity and elegance in front of time.
Even if time waits for no man, we are all pigs driven by time. We should be a brave pig and use the pig knife as pig feed.
Let your heart grow faster than aging, your spiritual richness will overcome the passing of love, and your tolerance will overcome the erosion of fleeting time.
We can't suffer and grow old in vain. We should ask the years for something. Even if you are gray-haired, your heart will be in full bloom.
Don't be a "pig" lying on the chopping board, let the years pass and only make a few pale screams! The knife of years makes us old, so what are we afraid of? Who is not living bones to support the body, buried in loess after death!
We should turn pain into wealth and aging into growth. Even if the years don't spare us, we will live up to them and waste our lives.
As long as you eat more "pig feed" given by the years, let yourself hold the knife of the years, cut through the thorns, stride forward and become stronger and stronger, and you can grasp your life!