When I was three years old, I tightly held the lollipop in my hand and firmly believed that it was the most important.

When I was five years old, I spent a whole afternoon catching that dragonfly? At that moment, it seemed to be the most important thing.
When I was seven years old, I looked at the certificate in the hands of my deskmate with envy and a little bit of jealousy, thinking that it might be the most important thing.
When I was nine years old, lying on my back in the shade of a tree, with sun-dappled wine on my face, a leisurely summer vacation was so important to me.
At the age of thirteen, I realized that the admission notice of a key middle school is very important to my life.
At the age of sixteen, sitting in the classroom with a breeze blowing through the hall, staring at the ponytail of the girl in the front row, I suddenly felt that it would be good to continue like this.
At the age of eighteen, I studied hard day and night, praying to God and worshiping Buddha, just for a college admission letter.
When I was 22 years old, I bid farewell to the campus and stepped into the so-called society ignorantly. A job became the most important thing again.
When I was twenty-three years old, my wedding was ushered in. I looked at all the guests and my bride. Of course, she was not the girl I was when I was sixteen. I only felt a little regretful in my heart, but at that moment, she became My most important person.
When I was still twenty-three years old, my friends and I were "changing cups and caps, bragging and beating farts, at an age that didn't know much about the world, only thinking that face was the most important thing.
When I was twenty-four years old, I waited anxiously outside the delivery room, and the sound of crying broke the silence. I knew that something more important was coming.
When I was 30 years old, I was devastated by the "mortgage and car loan" and I felt that money was too important.
At the age of thirty-eight, my stubborn father began to ask for my opinion. At that moment, I suddenly realized that he was finally old.
When I was still thirty-eight years old, my mother never reprimanded me, but she kept on talking tirelessly, with some care, I knew that she would grow old too.
At the age of thirty-eight again, my son no longer clings to me, and he has his own life as a partner. I know that for the rest of his life, he will only keep staying away from me.
That year, I suddenly realized that maybe time is the most important thing in this world.
When I was forty years old, looking at the messy medical examination report, I realized that I never felt that I was important.
At the age of forty-five, I spent half of my life in a muddle. When I was fishing at the workstation with a beer belly, I recalled my childhood dreams and never felt that dreams were so important.
At the age of fifty, I watched my son enter the marriage hall with a nice girl. I squinted at my son on the stage, wondering if the bride was the girl he fell in love with when he was sixteen. But I still feel that my son's happiness is more important than mine.
When I was fifty-five years old, I followed my grandson out of breath, for fear that he would fall. At that moment, I never gave my grandson great hopes, and the most important thing was his safety and happiness.
When I was 60 years old, I buried my parents together. As I got older, I saw a lot of things. I didn’t cry. I only felt that my father’s scolding and my mother’s nagging were extremely important at that moment.
When I was seventy years old, my wife was the first to take the lead, my son and daughter-in-law were successful in their careers, and my grandson was studying in a university in other places. I could only wander the streets with nothing to do. I somehow felt that my wife was more important than the old lady dancing in the square.
When I was seventy-five years old, in the hospital, when the doctor asked me to go out and leave my son alone, I knew that time was running out. I took advantage of this time to call my grandson, and I wanted to tell him that if you I fell in love with a girl when I was sixteen years old, but I must hold it vertically, just like holding the lollipop in my hand when I was three years old. After thinking about it, I feel somewhat disrespectful... After the phone call, I just said that grandpa misses you, come to see me when he has time, doctor Kuan Wei, I have no big problem, I smiled and told the doctor that there is no big problem in life, in fact, living life is the most important thing.
When I was seventy-six years old, my grandson came back to see me, and he felt a little uncomfortable seeing me dying. My son and daughter-in-law were standing by the bed, crying hard. I didn’t have the extra energy to think about the most important things. I just want to keep things simple. My son and daughter-in-law are not too young, and their health can't bear it. My grandson just participated in Q1, so it's not easy to ask for leave, so don't leave a bad impression on the leader.
Just as I was thinking, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, fascinating my eyes. When I opened my eyes, my parents were holding hands, with the most familiar smiles on their faces. They were all young, and they opened their arms for me to hug. I miss them so much, so I jumped out of bed without hesitation, and ran towards them. During the running, I became sixty years old, fifty years old, forty years old, and thirty years old. Until I turned into a three-year-old, they finally picked me up again, I nodded to them, they also nodded with a smile, turned and left with me. I looked back at my son, daughter-in-law and grandson. They hugged the seventy-six-year-old me and cried loudly. Although they were reluctant to part with me, it didn't matter. I knew they could still live a good life.
So, what is most important? Everything is important, but it is not necessary.
Because you used to think that the most important thing will always be lost, regret is always the normal state of life