When I am old

According to the age of just twelve, I am worthy of my life, but I don’t know why, but I always think about it: What will I look like when I am old... When I am old, I will build a toilet with a toilet in the country. big house. The red roof has a white wall with wide wood corridors and transparent screen windows, and a large fence is placed around the large yard.

When I am old, I will take care of the land with a little girl, and I may turn out a lazy roar. I will never yell like when I was young. I am afraid that my lung capacity at that time is not allowed. Let's look at it like that! Looking at the gaze with kind eyes, people are old, and things will not be shocked.

It is a good thing to plant an apple tree in the yard.

If one day, when I walked under the tree with a cane, there was a fruit falling on my head. I suddenly had inspiration, explained Hawking’s black hole, or would it have a slight concussion?

There are not so many "if", the apple tree still has to be planted. Also, the pumpkins will grow along the fence, the grapes will climb along the shelf, the east will plant the rose, the west will grow peppers... Ah!

The paradise is just that!

When I am old, I have to raise a big dog. It doesn't matter if I can eat it, but I must listen to me. Don't allow people to bite, don't trample on my vegetable garden, don't let things besides meat bones, such as sofa legs and my walking sticks, don't lick my reading glasses and take my dentures, not allowed. Staying in love and seeing the forgotten!

Is it still necessary to raise a cat? There are many rats in the country. I think that even if I live to be 100 years old, I will be afraid of death when I see the mouse. Well, it’s time to raise a cat.

When I am old, I am no longer smug. I am afraid that by then, the 70-80-year-old face will not even look at his wife! Wrinkles will be sprinkled with joy, and the hair will naturally white, and the teeth will fall off, and I will lose my time. Anyway, I still have to eat rice.

When I am old, I need a rocking chair and put it on the wood corridor. In the warm sunshine in the afternoon, I will sit on the rocking chair and weave a long and long scarf, just like the days of weaving the cat. Kneeling on my lap, the dog was lying beside me, and it was always with the sunset.

When I was old, I really hope that a little boy can send me a bottle of fresh milk every morning. Of course, I will give him money, and will invite him and his friends to eat snacks in the big house. They will be very naughty, knocking over the dishes, teasing my cat, and stealing the immature grass poison when I am taking a nap, but I don't mind, because it is called childhood. Childhood needs a kind old grandmother, needs sour strawberries, needs small coins and old caps, and even needs scars in childhood.

The only thing left after the old man is the memories. And these are beautiful fragments. At that time, I will tell my children the memories of the children by the big fire, staring at the beating flames, and faintly read:

"Remember that when I was twelve years old, I wrote an article titled "".

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