My uncle

My uncle is a dozen, but his impression is not so.

A pair of thick eyebrows, the eyebrows are slightly rolled up, with a heavy and playful feeling. A pair of black ink-like cockroaches, always like to look at the front, the smell of pungent disinfectant water around does not interrupt any of his thoughts, sometimes his brows will suddenly wrinkle, as if thinking of something, can be clear Counting the wrinkles on his forehead, he suddenly relaxed. The fine sweat of the forehead can see how painful he was, the lips are still tight, and there is a layer of white fog on it. He should need water very much, but He didn't mention anything, just like the atrium he had never opened. When is this bitter time, there is a head, look at the hanging needle in your hand, the dry skin, mixed with some sand that can never be cleaned, you can see a few deep eyes in your hand, presumably Needle sticking is so difficult. I called him, and he turned to look at me, then quietly looked at the ceiling with tears in his eyes.

Chuzhou Middle School, Longyou County, Zhangzhou, Zhejiang, China