The upper is the sky, the lower is the earth, people have life and death, life has a number of calamities, the sun rises, the sun sets and rests, people have the number of days and weeks, and life has ups and downs ordinary.

Time, the most beautiful familiarity of today, the place, a corner of helplessness, the characters, a lonely old man.

The white hair is vicissitudes, there are wrinkles on the hands, the clothes are black, some wrinkles, there seems to be some dissatisfaction in the face, and there are 100,000 unwillingness.

The two eyes of the old man, if you can judge, one is the sun and the other is the moon, one eye is divided into yin and yang, and one eye is divided into the world, this is the true meaning of the old man's survival for decades.

This person is eighty-six years old, his life is open, he is wandering at the crossroads, the number of days should be six, he is not dissatisfied, he is really a good age, he does not quarrel, he does not ask or get angry.

Ordinary people look at it, just an ordinary old man, mortals can only say a few words of gossip, excellent people see that they have more indebtedness, and people who grow up see that they have more compassion in their hearts.

It was a morning, a familiar morning, with no moon, no stars, no loved ones, no crowds, no bustling quarrels, and old men squatting in the corners.

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 feeling.

She opened her eyes, it seemed that the whole world was waiting for her, she closed her eyes, it seemed that all mankind was guarding him, this was her, a nameless, unremembered prosperous years, her words became a thing of the past, and she was still with Dawn, going to the most beautiful twilight.

There is some understanding in the eyes, a quiet heart, it seems that life is the same, inadvertently, you can remember the past, there seems to be some understanding in the heart, many have been downplayed, many have been unable to let go, the fate of the guard, the true meaning of thinking, just the origin of the fate of the periphery, people come and go.

When I appeared, when I saw her, I glanced at her, and she didn't seem to care, and her thick eyes, full of smiling waiting, seemed to want to express something, but I still had to hurry, I didn't have time to speak, so I left, as if I was destined, and I was just a passerby of her.

In a hurry, my departure did not seem to disturb her sleepiness, she closed her eyes, the whole world turned off the lights for her, her compassionate feelings, the moment of ten fingers clasped, seemed to be seeking Buddha, 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, a car, two people in the car, saw this lonely old man, stopped the car instantly, the boy opened the car glass, looked polite, and said, deserve it, this is retribution.

The girl is very beautiful, and she said a word, a person who asks for food, and asks you to say a word, is my position in your heart not as good as a lonely old man, is it that you are willing to talk to me when I am old.

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

At this moment, the old man seemed to be disturbed, opened his eyes, smiled slightly, and the car on the opposite side left.

The old man didn't speak, he pursed his lips, it seemed that there was a gust of wind between heaven and earth, it turned out that the familiarity of spring, so intimate, so gentle, the old man did not complain, did not anger, did not hurry.

In an instant, the old man recalled the confession of the year, at that time, she was still an eighteen-year-old girl, with long hair and waist, beautiful and moving, with a temperament and a kind of free and easy, walking with the wind.

The old man chattered, the flowers bloomed and fell, a few people were old, people went to scatter who looked at love, sometimes forget, sometimes lost, sometimes love is beautiful, sometimes the mood will be broken, no one understands the story, and life is a few turns.

In an instant, it seems that the words have entangled too many past events, recorded too many unbearable, understanding, grievances, dissatisfaction, sadness, differences, and unforgettable.

A life in this life, how much care, become a hurt in life, how much helpless, become a life never to see again, picturesque aging, or living everywhere, there are always grievances, there are also rare, this may be the reason to live, find yourself, ask yourself, let others see yourself, do not know where to live, do not know the width of life, the true meaning of life.

At this moment, the old man seemed to be hungry, perhaps wanting to exercise his muscles and bones, slowly, standing up, as if the weakness of life could not help but be able to help the wind, had limited her speed, about a minute, she had used more than eighty years of waiting, and stood up.

The old man's white hair, blown up by the wind, seems to hide a pattern, called youth, the old man's clothes, which seem to hide a smile, are called the past, the story is always like this, life is always like that, one doesn't look, the other doesn't understand, and there is a kind heart hidden in the clothes.

If someone feels that the old man's clothes are very long, then you are wrong, her clothes are baptized by the sun and time, every day is new, if you feel that the old man is very beautiful, then it means that you are very kind, because the old man is because of the baptism of time, the changes of life, the change of years, to give you a real photo, to give you a vision to experience the future.

The old man stood, but did not pick up the crutches in his hand, as if we did not pick up the heart of struggle, she bent down strongly, her eyes have been staring at the crutches that have been with her for many years, when she stretched out, it seemed to use all her strength, just like a hard-working person who stayed up late to read, regardless of black and white.

The moment she picked up the crutches, she was smiling, and the moment she picked up the crutches, she was the most beautiful old man in the world.

She stands, like a big tree, with the nourishment of heaven and earth, etc., with the company of all things in the world, with a warm heart, and also with a compassionate kindness, if you give her the world's money, she will tell you that all she wants is a cane in her hand.

In the wind and rain, the old man does not hesitate to rain in the rain, the old man is not afraid of loneliness, the world is vicissitudes, the sea of people is busy, the old man is not afraid of panic, surviving is a wonderful, but also a kind of gentleness, the world of ingenuity, the clever people, peace of mind, is a tenderness, read it, is an old man.

If, if it were me, I was old, I still had a cane, and I still had a smile, listening quietly, thinking gently, and looking at a piece of sunshine, then my life would be worth it.

The old man took the first step, it seems that many people dare not struggle, the moment the old man looks up, it seems that many people dare not have the moment of self-confidence, the old man's courage is so bold, so courageous, confident.

The old man took the second step of life, it seems that all the past has been wiped away, it seems that all the sadness and sadness have been trampled underfoot, yesterday is gone, today has arrived, everything is just a beginning, the old man does not seem to feel old, but feels that life has just begun.