总以为自己还很年轻，总感觉人生“半百”是遥不可及的海岸线，是想像天涯海角的风景。然而，岁月飞逝，额头爬上了纹路，青丝染上了银色，我人生的小船已悄然驶进５０岁的港湾。悄然回望，５０年风风雨雨的岁月，仿佛茫茫草原上一株无名小草或浩瀚森林中一株无名树，一年一年 Always think he is still very young, always feel life “half a hundred” is unattainable coastline, is to imagine the ends of the earth scenery. However, as time went by, forehead climbed lines, silvery color, silver, my boat has quietly into the 50-year-old harbor. Quietly looking back, 50 years of ups and downs, as if the vast grassland on an unknown grass or an unknown tree in the vast forests, year after year