Fortunately, I finally got married before I was 30 years old. I don't have to lie about being single, and I have a lovely child. Although the experience and process were difficult, I finally gave myself an explanation in the first 30 years. I am 30 years old. I remember chatting with a friend on the phone a few years ago. He suddenly sang Jonathan Lee's songs lazily, always for no reason. I feel very sad/but everyone is here, and the joke is wonderful/how dare I leave alone/not without thinking, casually talking about love/day after day, how can I explain to myself at the age of 30/later ... I was thinking at that time that 30 years old is too much. I just feel that time passes too fast. Earlier, when I told my friends that I was 30 years old, everyone reacted violently. Some people say: I don't want to live to be 30! Some people say: 30 years old is terrible. If I don't succeed at 30, I'm dead! In a word, 30 is an extremely sensitive age. Many people hate age before they are 30 years old, for fear of being mentioned by others. It doesn't really matter. It's good to be 30 years old. At least no one will treat you as a useless young waste. Those who clamor that they don't want to live to be 30 years old now pay more attention to health care than anyone else and spend a lot of money on beauty care every day. Those who swear to commit suicide if they don't succeed at the age of 30 live a happy life. Everyone becomes a mother or a father, and his interest in himself gradually decreases to zero. They transferred all their enthusiasm to another person and left the beautiful scenery designed for themselves to others to complete. Actually, it's not. This year, I was almost isolated from the world and repeatedly convinced myself that someone would come into my life with confidence. Before that, I didn't think there would be such a person who really came into my life and controlled and occupied all my emotions, time and attention. Later, he really came, and I accepted it completely and got used to it soon. Life is really amazing. I don't know where he came from, what profound and mysterious fate he has with me, and what mission he will shoulder. I'm tired of thinking about it. At present, I just want the simplest, how to be a qualified mother! Because I suddenly became an otaku, I have a lot of time to watch movies, read books, read magazines and write things. Last year, I wasted a year. This year, I am very diligent. I wrote several columns and slowly wrote some novels for some magazines, with thousands of words. Although there was no previous diligence and persistence, I finally gave myself an explanation. No matter what happens in the future, I will keep writing and writing. Maybe no one wants to see what I'm writing in the end. It doesn't matter. Just like myself ten years ago, I never wrote anything. I miss me at that time, with so much enthusiasm and hope, although I will hit a wall, although I am cautious all day. Happy birthday to me.