A person’s life is long and short. When will you find that you are a Dragon Bell, walking around, not relying on a crutch and not walking steadily, the hair on your head is sparse and countless, your face is long with freckles, and your eyes are crying for no reason? Then you can be sure that your Twilight has come. People are old, even if they are not satisfied. The eyesight becomes blurred, and there is always a gel in the corner of the eye. My memory is not as good as before. Just like my grandmother, she often called the name of the younger generation wrongly. Zhang Guanli wore it. Sometimes she went to the main room to get things, and when she entered the main room, she didn’t know what to take, forgetfulness often bothered her. Some old people are almost in their old age, and they can still have clear ears and clear eyes, have a tough posture, and speak neatly. Most of these old people are women. There are relatively few men who live a long life. Most of them are deprived of their age and health by heavy life, the poison of alcohol and tobacco, and the dullness of their mind. They are ill in bed and compose their twilight life with pain. How tragic it is. If children filial, can also reduce pain, if long illness bed non-dutiful son, undoubtedly one disaster after another, pain generates pain, early rushed to his deathbed. Munk said: people are old, maybe they can hear the time. I can’t verify this sentence, but I can always see the old sitting aside in a daze, not moving for a long time, as if listening and hearing something, which is unknown. When people are old, looking forward seems to be an abyss, so they frequently look back on life, and the path along the way is tortuous and long. The stream of memory merged into the sea of Han Dynasty. There were always several past events like fish jumping out of the water, which attracted the old man’s meaningful sigh. Most old people can see it easily. After a lifetime, all the fame and fortune have been seen through, which is as unreal and ethereal as the cloud of passing eyes. The relatives in front of us are especially important, and the rest of the time is especially important. Old people in the city like to make flowers and plants, play tai chi and breathe fresh air in the park. The old people in the countryside like to take care of the small vegetable garden, hoe and cultivate, and give full play to the waste heat until they can’t do what they want to do. They say that they don’t work but feel uncomfortable all over their bodies, fearing that they will get sick. This, the land that had been cultivated for a lifetime had become a part of their bodies and they couldn’t give up. In fact, what shocked them most was undoubtedly the departure of their friends. Some friends were impatient and were still playing chess yesterday, so they left without saying goodbye today. Walking in a hurry, only the rest of the living drink the desolation of Twilight and the fear of death alone. However, the death of my wife was the most fatal blow. They went through most of their lives hand in hand. It was already you in me and me in you. If you left, my heart would be half dead. Dead dismay, living heartbroken. Only with the comfort of relatives and friends can we stop our steps, otherwise we will have the heart to follow them. The older the smaller, the old people seem to follow this rule. The teeth were scattered, and hard food could not be eaten. We had to eat porridge or milk with the young children, and sometimes we had to tie up the scarf, otherwise we couldn’t help drooling. No matter how hard he was when he was young and how hard he was to calculate, time could wipe out all the evil, making the old man be as kind as a child, and there were few old people who were not respected. When giving birth to a child and supporting the old age, I will raise you up, and you will raise me up. It goes without saying that it is hard for the old to bring up their children. When they are old, they should be dedicated to being the younger generation, in return for their greater nurturing than heaven.

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