Still Elegant and Graceful
On life’s journey, I had all along been in high spirits, traversing through peach-blossoming spring and plum-laden summer, until now, without awareness, I found myself inside autumn with the landscape graced by red maples and green cypress.
What became of a woman at forty? The answer came from the mirror, which showed up wrinkles vaguely discernible on the formerly smooth forehead, and thick black hair with its gloss gone. A touch of frustration and helplessness came over me as I realized how time had flown. Before I could sufficiently admire the scenery and enjoy the beauties of life, it was already autumn.
However, a second thought brought me relieved calm. Spring and summer are indeed nice and pleasant for colorful attractiveness of the former and bright warmth of the latter. But why gloomy about autumn? Isn’t it the season of maturity? Its flowers are unique in a passionate yet dignified hue of red, and its dark green leaves suggest a graceful reserve. Who does not wonder at the sight of hills upon hills ablaze with crimsoned woods in late autumn, when after-frost maples redden the landscape like scarlet banners or raging flames? Who does not agree that they have a beauty more breathtaking than flowers of early spring?
The age of forty marks the second heyday of a woman’s life, for at this time, on top of the natural ruddiness of her cheeks which still remains despite the passage of time, she has the adroitness and profundity acquired after the trials and tribulations of life.
What is there to sadden a woman of forty? There are no more suckling babies in need of constant care, and in most cases, love’s boat has sailed into a calm, tranquil harbor. It’s time for her to build a career of her own, as she is now richly experienced and more than equal to her work.
Forty, a fine and colorful age! We Chinese women of forty in the time of great reforms should be more than ever strong and vigorous, for we are flourishing maple trees firmly planted in the fertile soil of a prosperous society. Let us shake our profuse foliage in a loud declaration to the world, “A woman is even more elegant at forty!”