Years of vicissitudes

It is still the dilapidated old house, still the small bamboo chair under the dusk, it is the best memories of childhood; it is still the boundless path of the intestines, still a piece of green and lush forest, it is a patter of raindrops Resounding in my heart. But everything seems to have changed, it has changed, and time has carved a deep stroke for all of this. Still those two familiar faces, but I can only feel strange. There were only a series of undulating "corrugations" on the yellowed face. The black, shiny eyes have now become cloudy. There are thick cockroaches on the hands, rubbing them a few times in their hands, you will have a sting that can't be said, that is the testimony of years of labor. Life is wonderful, but time is indifferently engraved with scars that can't be erased. It makes life exhausted and exhausted. In the setting sun, the backs of the two dragonflies are bright and bright under the reflection of the afterglow. Grandpa is still pulling the erhu, sweating, even if not as beautiful as the musicians, but he enjoys the artistic conception he created. Grandma is a rural woman who is full of white hair, but she is still bending over to feed chickens and ducks, saying that it is making money. Thinking of this, my heart is full of shabby, a 70-year-old man, still working for these trivial family matters. I still remember that one year Grandpa’s foot was hurt, and it’s still not good until now. But at that time, he was catching the canola oil. He had to carry a few pounds of rapeseed to go to the market. Dad wanted to help the handle, but his "insignificant" strength could not pick up the rapeseed, but Grandpa. I haven't spent much effort to get up, I just think it's incredible! An old man's strength is actually greater than a strong young man, but this year. Grandpa seems to be really old. When he walks, he can't straighten his back. He has to take a few steps to take a step. He still pant from time to time. I am really worried that he will fall. Grandma also changed. The two hands became pale and thin, leaving only the bones. It seems that the skin that is weak and windy is about to rot, but she is still working hard. She regards labor as the joy of her life. I am really puzzling. A popular language - the years are not forgiving! The scars on them can be on them, but the pain is printed on our hearts. Grandparents usually hold their families diligently, giving them only two or three hundred at a time. Although they don’t say anything, they always feel that there is too much money, and they are always reluctant to use them. When they came to their window, the yellow black mosquito net was the best testimony to this statement. There was a bit of a moldy bed. At first I felt very disgusting, but then my heart calmed down and fell into meditation: I lived a life of jewellery, but I always felt that it was not enough. When I saw it, my heart seemed to be dripping with blood, a drop of sinful blood, a drop of remorseful blood, a drop of shy blood." The page of history is written with the vicissitudes of the world, time is still moving forever, we are still changing. Years of vicissitudes, like a blink of an eye, like the countless years of the sea, the scars left us a pain, so I have to fight, race against time, when you succeed, everything will become a beautiful fairy tale.

Second day: Liu Maolin