An old illusion

A person is old, the old can't walk flexibly, the old can't straighten up freely, the old face is full of gullies and blurred vision, the old teeth are all gone, and the hair is all white. Life, no longer have the strength to climb up, will only keep close to the soil until one day, whether you like it or not, you are buried in the soil.

Grandpa is 95 years old. He has been suffering from intestinal diseases for many years. The older he gets, the more serious he becomes. He goes to the hospital for a period of time every year. Grandpa has long been used to this disease. He cherishes his life, actively cooperates with the doctor every time he feels unwell, and pays attention to his diet at ordinary times. Grandpa is 95 years old, not too long and not too tired. More than ten years ago, grandpa drew a self-portrait for later generations to worship in the shrine of his ancestral home after his death. He thinks death is normal.

The 92-year-old grandmother, unable to walk long distances, picks vegetables in the vegetable garden next to the old house at most. Grandma is a little stubborn. Three years ago, she was diagnosed with bladder cancer. The doctor advised against the operation, and her relatives didn't want her to suffer from the operation. Nobody told her it was cancer. For three years, she showed no pain, and her family thought her bladder cancer was cured. Grandma loves this big family. She works hard just to spend more time with her children and grandchildren. Grandma is still smart, and when it comes to the world and economy, she is eloquent and admirable.

I always thought grandma was just old, and her heart never got old. I can always hear strength and positivity in her language. Grandma's garden season has new fruits and vegetables, carrots, bananas, Chinese wolfberry, Chinese cabbage, coriander, cabbage, and endless wild chrysanthemums. Every time grandma is in the vegetable garden, melons and vegetables inject vitality into her life.

In the sundry room in the yard, there are several large tanks with half a jar of sand in them. Grandma hid the inexhaustible kudzu root, sweet potato and sweet potato in the sand, and the children and grandchildren came as expected. Grandma's efforts to preserve food are a way of love, so profound and lasting. Every time I eat what my grandmother grows, I feel that my grandmother's love has melted into my life.

When he returned to his hometown at the end of June, his grandfather had just returned from the hospital. His father and uncle helped him to the sofa. He sat on his back on the sofa, his wrinkled hands pressed against the sofa to support his body, he gasped slightly, his eyes were deep, his cheekbones were prominent, and he looked older. Third aunt bought lean meat and is stewing soup for grandpa. Grandpa said, you all go to work, I can cook by myself.

Grandpa thinks that taking care of yourself is the greatest love for children. Every day, besides sitting on the sofa listening to stories and sleeping in bed, he will slowly cook food for himself and then chew it slowly.

If you go to see grandpa in the afternoon, he must be sleeping. In the bedroom, grandpa lay quietly on an old wooden bed, surrounded by old mosquito nets. Sunlight shines through the window, on the mosquito net, and through the holes of the mosquito net, on grandpa. Sunshine is grandpa's closest bodyguard. No matter who comes at this time, grandpa can't take it away, and there is nothing he can do when death comes. Otherwise, how could Grandpa sleep so peacefully? I called him, he answered and went to sleep again. When I gave him money, he put his hand out of the mosquito net, took the money, stuffed it under the pillow and went back to sleep. For grandpa, cooking and sleeping are great enjoyment and are never influenced by the outside world.

There is a peach tree and a wampee tree in the yard of the old house. The wampee tree has been planted for two years and is tall and thin. A lot of yellow skins have grown this summer, and more branches and leaves will grow next year. Carambola has been planted for more than ten years, and the longer it is, the bigger its branches are. Father cut off most of the branches last year, leaving only the trunk so that it can slowly grow branches again. Keep roots, fertilize and water, and the tree will grow lush branches and leaves. And it is impossible for old people to grow smooth skin, strong teeth and shiny black hair. It is a great blessing for people to live a hundred years. It doesn't matter whether you are a treasure or a grass when you are young. Even if you are rich and have a wall full of awards, you will walk naked when you die. What an old man wants most is time with his children.

In the countryside, the cottages are silent, young people leave the village one by one, old people die one by one, and old neighbor Liupo dies one day. When I went back, her door was closed, the knocker had rusted and the plants on the balcony had dried up. Without people, the house will lose its temperature, and the significance of going home will not be so great. Many old people live in one room all their lives. They can't bear to leave the house empty, so they drag their lives.

When going home, having a father to call and a mother to hug is the reason why most old people try to live.

Life needs a sustenance, which is what an old man told me. Two years ago, at about ten o'clock in the morning, I often saw an old man walking slowly in front of my shop with a big dog. Occasionally, they will sit on the cane chair outside the store and chat with me. Grandpa is over 80 years old, and the big dog is senile. Every few steps, they have to stand or sit for a while.

I said, "Grandpa, you are tired from walking!"

Grandpa said, "Yes, my dog and I are old. Let's get some air while we still have strength. This dog has been with me for many years. We can't waste his life. "

I said, "What is the average life expectancy of this kind of dog?"

"This kind of dog usually lives for eight years. Now is the eighth year. It hasn't left. I dare not leave. If I leave, no one will take care of it. " Grandpa looked at the dog affectionately and said. The big dog squatted at grandpa's feet, his tongue stretched out and his eyes looked at the road wearily. Grandpa stretched out his hand and stroked the big dog's hair, and his hand shook a little. The big dog twisted his head and looked at grandpa, with deep affection in his eyes like the sea in Wang Yang. At that moment, I knew that they were the sustenance of each other's lives.

The old man stood up and said to the big dog, "Come on, let's go home."

They came to the end of their lives together. The morning light shone on the old man and the dog, and their shadows clung tightly and happily to the earthly road.

Autumn has come again, a rain has just stopped, everything is wet, the air is slightly cool, my life seems to be very full, and I am full of vitality when I walk. Trees without mangoes still have lush leaves, and birds' songs are a bit charming. I forgot my age and sang like a girl. I know that only young people will understand the novelty of things and will not be afraid of the change of seasons and the cycle of life.

We grow old from generation to generation, parents grow old with grandparents, and I grow old with parents. Everyone has his own way of getting old, but I believe that all people who get old are reluctant to part with the people and things they love, unless there is no love in their hearts or love to death.

In the years that can't be left, may the feelings be true, may the love be deeper, and may the beautiful things be more. In this way, people will definitely live hard.