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Last February I turned 51. 今年2月，我满51岁了。 And to be honest, it didn't make me jump with joy. 坦诚的说，对此我实在高兴不起来。 Of course, I still recognised the face in the mirror. 当然，我还是能认出镜子里自己的脸 But it definitely didn't reflect my inner me anymore. 但镜子里的脸再也无法显示我内心的样子了 While I retreated to the desolate land of quiet mourning, 这是一个宁静的早上，孤孤单单的，我一个人躲进孤寂之中，这时 a tsunami of hallelujah stories swept through the web 我忽然在网上看到了一大波令人振奋的故事 about age-enthusiasts who are carving out a whole new career, 关于那些不服老的人如何开创一番新的事业 accomplishing extraordinary feats, 达成十分卓越的成就 training to be extremely fit, 锻炼身体，成为非常健康的人 and feeling the best they ever felt. 感觉自己从未这么好过 '60 is the new 30!' “60岁是新的中年标准！” 'Life starts after fifty!' “50岁，生活才刚刚开始！” 'How I reinvented myself at the age of 55!' “我是如何在55岁的年龄上，重新开发自己的！” | 
