I am 55 years old. How time flies! When I feel that I am just mature and have a thorough understanding of the world, I feel old. Although my heart is still young, my drooping face, out-of-shape figure, no longer vigorous pace, and snoring that I don't know when to start sleeping are all telling myself clearly that I am really no longer young.

The peers around me also began to talk more about the topic of providing for the aged. Some said that they would retire to their hometown, rearrange the fish ponds in their hometown, open up an open space for vegetable gardens, and leave a room for chess and card rooms. In their spare time, please get together to chat and entertain. Some also plan to go to Hainan for retirement, choose a place with beautiful scenery, and stay to watch the ebb and flow of the tides and bloom in all seasons. As for me, I still have five years to retire. Five years is neither long nor short. I haven't figured out how to find the fun and meaning of life after I really retire.

Plan the rest of your life in five years, so that you won't feel lost and marginalized by society after retirement. After changing his social role, he can still show the value of life and bloom the color of life.

In five years, I should be a grandmother, right? If my son needs it, I am willing to take care of my grandchildren at home and accompany my little life to grow up; If I had a grandmother to take care of my grandchildren, I wouldn't fight for it. Then go to the north to see the snow in winter, go back to your hometown to farm in spring, experience the changes of the four seasons and feel the joy brought by labor. Or, in your spare time, set up a small company and do a little business. Don't be too busy, but you can integrate yourself into society through this window. At least, don't be too far away from social life.

What will it be like in five years?