The sky above is the earth below, and the earth below is the earth. People have life and death, and their lives have disasters. They move when the sun rises and rest when the sun sets. People have numbers around the sky, and their lives have bumps and ordinary things.

Time, the most beautiful and familiar today, the place, a helpless corner, a character, a lonely old man.

The white hair is vicissitudes, wrinkles on his hands, black clothes, some wrinkles, and there seems to be some dissatisfaction in his face, and there are also hundreds of thousands of unwillingness to accept it.

If the old man's two eyes can be determined, one is the sun and the other is the moon. One eye divides yin and yang and the other eye divides the universe, this is the true meaning of the old man's survival for decades.

This person is eighty-six years old, his life is open, and he is wandering at the intersection. The number of people in the sky is six. He is not satisfied or loses. It is a good era. He does not argue or argue, or is angry.

When ordinary people look at it, they are just an ordinary old man. When ordinary people look at it, they can only say a few gossips. When excellent people look at it, they have more debts and when growing people look at it, they have more compassion in their hearts.

This is a familiar morning, no moon, no stars, no loved ones, no crowds of people, no bustling quarrels, no bustling and uneasy quarrels, the old man squats in the corner.

Some people feel that love is a quarrel, some people say that awakening is the most beautiful love, and some people think that loss is the most beautiful love. Later, I really get old and get deeper, and I regret not cherishing happiness.

She opened her eyes, as if the whole world was waiting for her, she closed her eyes, as if all mankind was guarding him, this is her, a nameless age that cannot remember the prosperous years, her word became a past event, and she was still with Dawn, heading to the most beautiful dusk.

There is some understanding in my eyes, and a quiet heart. It seems that life is the same. Inadvertently, I can think of the past. There seems to be some understanding in my heart. Many have already taken it lightly, many have no choice but to be able to let go of the fate that I think of, and the true meaning of the thought is just the origin of fate and the death of fate, and people come and go.

When I appeared, when I saw her, I glanced at her, and seemed to have no concern. Her strong eyes, full of smiles, seemed to want to express something, but I still had to hurry up and left without having time to speak, as if I was destined, and I was just a passerby to her.

In a hurry, my departure did not seem to disturb her sleepiness. She closed her eyes and turned off the lights for her. Her compassionate feelings, the moment when she clasped her fingers, seemed to be asking for Buddha, and seemed to be arranging something. No one knew what she was thinking, no one knew what she wanted to express. This moment belonged to her.

In an instant, people came and went, and there were two people in the car. Seeing this lonely old man, he stopped the car instantly. The boy opened the glass of the car, looked polite, and said, "It deserves it, this is retribution."

The girl was very beautiful and said, "A beggar, and asked you to say something. I am not as good as a lonely old man in your heart. Do you only want to talk to me when I get old?

The boy seemed a little shy, turned his head and slapped him casually, saying, "You are old, maybe you are not as good as her."

At this moment, the old man seemed to have opened his eyes because of disturbance, smiled slightly, and the car opposite left.

The old man didn't say anything and curled his lips. It seemed that a gust of wind blew between the world. It turned out that spring was so familiar, so considerate and gentle. The old man didn't complain, not angry, and not anxious.

In an instant, the old man recalled his confession back then. At that time, she was still an 18-year-old girl with long hair and waist, beautiful and charming, with a temperament and a kind of freedom and freedom, and she walked with the wind.

The old man muttered, how many flowers bloom and fall, how many people grow old, who sees love when people go away, sometimes forget, sometimes lose, sometimes love is beautiful, sometimes mood will be broken, no one understands the story, how many times will go back in life.

In an instant, it seemed that words had entangled too many past events and recorded too many unbearable things, some understanding, some grievances, some dissatisfactions, some sadness, some differences, and some unforgettables.

In this life, some care has become a harm to life, and some helplessness has become a never-ending life. Aging is like a poetic and picturesque, or living everywhere, there are always grievances and rare things. This may be the reason to live. Find yourself, ask yourself, let others see you, live without a trace, do not know the width of life, and the true meaning of life.

At this moment, the old man seemed hungry. Maybe he wanted to exercise his muscles and bones. He stood up slowly. It seemed that his life was in a weak position and had limited his speed. For about one minute, she had been waiting for more than eighty years and stood up.

The old man's white hair was blown up by the wind, and it seemed to hide a pattern, called youth, and the old man's clothes seemed to hide a smile, called the past, the story is always like this, life is always like this, one does not read, the other does not understand, and there is a kind heart hidden in the clothes.

If someone feels that the elderly’s clothes have been for a long time, then you are wrong. Her clothes have been baptized by the sun and time, and every day is brand new. If you feel that the elderly are beautiful, then it means that you are kind, because the elderly are baptized by time, changes in life, and changes in time. They will give you a real photo photo and give you a vision to experience the future.

The old man stood up but did not pick up the crutch in his hand. It seemed like we didn't pick up the heart of struggle. She bent down strongly, staring at the crutch that had been with him for many years. When she reached out, she seemed to use all her strength, just like a hard-working person staying up late to study, regardless of black and white.

The moment she picked up the crutch, she smiled. The moment she picked up the crutch, she was the most beautiful old man in the world. Although she was old, the people who knew her learned to see, to wait, and to ask.

Her standing is like a big tree, nourished by heaven and earth, accompanied by all things on earth, a warm heart, and a kindness. If you give her money from the whole world, she will tell you that all she wants is the crutch in her hand.

In the wind and rain, the elderly care about the rain, and in the love of the people, the elderly are not afraid of loneliness. The world is vicissitudes and the sea of ​​people is busy. The elderly are not afraid of panic. Survival is a wonderful and a gentle world. A coincidental world. A coincidental person is a tenderness. Understanding is an old age.

If, if it was me, I was old, and I still had a crutch, a smile, listened to quiet, think about gentleness, and saw a sunshine, then my life would be worth it.

The old man made his first step, which seemed to be the first step that many people dared not fight. The moment when the old man raised his head, it seemed to be the moment that many people dared not have confidence. The old man's courage is so courageous, so courageous and confident.
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