In front of the image of an angry young man with long hair, holding an angry drumstick and shouting "Don't mind your own business, don't be sad, you will understand me one day", this middle-aged man, who is now slightly bent over and trapped by a mountain of fat and mottled white hair, looks as fragile and helpless as every uncle sitting downstairs waiting for the next chess game.

Contrast creates revelry.

Just like this year, even DC and Manway began to repeatedly describe how superheroes who were dying in their twilight years struggled and sank in their lives.

Wolverine, who blocked and killed Buddha, also became Logan who would die and be tired. Fresh young lips chew the sigh of "this is life", and real middle-aged people will only burst into tears in the dark cinema.

Fuck your life. Now I don't even have a chance to dream a heroic dream.

So the thermos cup has become a fashion item for rabbits and a shame for middle-aged men.

Millennials are young and confident. They think it's almost punk to take photos with thermos cups on social networks, but middle-aged people can try to lift thermos cups among young people in gyms.

Even if you and the 20-year-old guy next to you fought secretly in the past hour, it's a little better, but his casual gloating expression at the moment will only make you feel that you are being punished in public.

In their eyes, your image will degenerate into this.

In fact, health is more than a thermos cup, and aging is more than a stomach.

Since I stayed up all night, I woke up the next day and found that I seemed to have been beaten all night, only to know that the cost of consuming my body came and the welfare of my youth was no longer there.

I will never be the energetic young man who stayed up for a month for the European Cup and ran for eight hours like everyone else the next day.

This change is slow, cruel, bit by bit and silent.

Kitajima once said that whoever corrects the time will suddenly get old.

When you suddenly look back from the burning youth, you find that what you want to catch has slipped away by them early. You know, the change has happened.

You are old.

This is a critical point. When you realize the fact of aging, you can't go back. In your eyes, the world changed color with a whoosh. The treasures you thought were buried everywhere are now bombs.

You once wanted to do something big, but now you have been tempered by life. In the past, life always passed slowly. Now, with the ardent hope of his wife, children and mother-in-law, there are young people like leeks in spring. You are worried that you will be abandoned by the world. It made you proud, but it's gone.

The literary aspect of this matter may be like this:

The thermos cup lets you learn to cherish everything, which is the source of strength for middle-aged people.

Lao Zhang is the backbone of this life-saving movement. Since he came out of the hospital with two stones for a month, his left abdomen hurts. Every time he comes out for dinner, he always smiles with a thermos cup.

This iron man, who once boasted with a bunch of smelly old men in the winter of 12, plunged into the river and got up when his eyelashes were covered with ice slag. Now he has to put on wool socks before wearing hole shoes. When the air-conditioning temperature was below 25 degrees, he shouted, "Cold starts with feet, hehe, cold starts with feet", he said.

Lao Li's "three highs" came ten years earlier than others, and now Lao Li is more afraid to read the physical examination form than the report form.

After giving up smoking, drinking wine and eating fishy meat, Lao Li, like a magic wand, kept thermos flask in his left hand and braised the pot in his right hand, preaching his health philosophy everywhere. The increasingly stable index is the best proof of the correctness of Lao Li's philosophy.

But I saw it. That day, Lao Li, a dirty stall in the north of Taiping Bridge, sat at two tables opposite me and asked for two bowls of stew. There is no soup left. I can't bear to talk.

Liu, who gained weight after that hurdle, has changed from a trainer to an old fat man like blowing balloons in the past two years. He often looks at the ripples on his stomach, just as a woman looks at the stretch marks on her waist.

"Alas, didn't recruit, basal metabolic rate dropped. When you are old, you will be old and people will be old. "

Then he held up a leg of vanilla roast chicken, as if fatty liver had never happened. "Hey, nothing, I soaked the hawthorn in a thermos."

Camus once wrote that the real disease is aging, and aging cannot be cured.

Everyone who realizes that he is no longer in his prime knows this as well as Camus.

In the famous movie Birdman, Reagan, an actor who became a hit when he was young because of starring in the superhero movie Birdman, chose to face life when his family split and his daughter's rebellious career reached a bottleneck.

He spent half his life writing, directing and acting a stage play, hoping to return to the peak with this play, but the process was too unsatisfactory and bad things followed.

Finally, he hit himself on the nose with a real pistol in front of the audience in the last scene. Finally, he said "fuck you" to the bird outside the hospital window, and then disappeared into the windowsill, knowing life and death.

The sense of crisis will not leave you, it goes with you.

But not everyone in danger can be as grumpy as Reagan.

Comrade Liu, a rock lover, imitated spiritual idols when he was young, had long hair and saved a year's salary to buy imported electric guitars. There are so many immortals in all walks of life. Now I see Ni Ping's "Wait for me". At first I cried and trembled, but I couldn't persuade her.

I can't help asking, why are you crying He said, I'm not crying, I'm just too tired to get some air.

But life is like this, and the cup comes from it. After ecstasy, the cup is born.

Teacher Zhao Mingyi used a thermos cup, but he forgot to give a concert at the Workers' Stadium in early September.

This is the philosophy of thermos cups. Since I can't fight back the variation of life head-on, I will use the details of life to resist firmly and gently.

If old age is destined to be a tragedy of an era that loves the new and hates the old, then I send you a poem to bless you and encourage you: