Write a 400-word composition for the elderly, with an appearance description at the end.

Others love flowers because they are colorful, because they smell delicious, because their flowers are beautiful, and I love flowers because of the old man who sells flowers.

On my way to school, I always see an old man dressed in blue and purple, but this color has lost its former glory. All that was left was a faded dress, but his car was full of flowers. Those colorful purple flowers can be described as colorful. In this cold late autumn season, there are several pots of golden chrysanthemums in his car, which are golden compared with the old man.

One day, I was just about to buy a pot of flowers and put them on my balcony. I went to the old man's float and happened to hear a conversation between the old man and another man. The man asked, "Is your son back?" The old man sighed: "Yes, my son is working in the city, and his work is busy. How can he come back to see me and his mother? " Occasionally I get used to my son not being around. On the contrary, these flowers bring us some fun. After a long time, I feel that I can't live without these words. Seeing them is like seeing your son alive and kicking, and you will always feel lonely when you are old. Another flower seller came up and asked, "Master, how much did you spend on this flowerpot?" "The old man said," Just the five pieces. " When handing the money, the man took the flowerpot from the old man.

I asked, how much did this pot cost you? The old man smiled and said, "Son, if you like it, Grandpa will give it to you." I said, "How dare you? You planted it very hard. Isn't it a pity to give someone away? " "Hey, take it away." I took it from the old man. I understand why old people love flowers so much. Because he loves his son more. He has always felt that his son is as energetic as a flower, and he hopes that his son will always be as healthy as he is now.

Every potted flower is the heart of the old man who misses his son. I hold the Jin Juhua that the old man gave me and put it in front of my desk. I think if I put them on the balcony, the cool autumn wind won't blow them down. Every time I do my homework, I can see this potted flower when I look up. When I am tired, when I see him, I will know that there have always been people who care about his son.