Why is there nothing to say?
Don't think that all the old people in the village have become old as tree roots, with only the possibility of rotting and no way to spit out fragrance. Old people, including the village old man, are all the same, old feet can not walk, old hands can not hold things, old teeth can not gnaw food, only the tongue is as soft as all the people, the upper hitch, the lower hitch, you can talk.
Why are you still sitting there looking at the sky when you can talk? Because no one is talking.
If you walk over and try, the old man will say "Who is it?". If you want to sit, he will turn on the light. If you want to talk, he will also speak. Then you walk away and the old man is as quiet as the night.
No old man thinks of himself as a rotting log just waiting for a fire to burn it, waiting for a bunch of assholes to gnaw at the flesh, no old man thinks of himself that way. They judge their age by the difficulty of their movements, and thus understand that they are moving away from time. But this does not mean that because they are old they think differently and prefer to stay in the dark and enjoy the peace. If old people really thought like that, they would be living as poets or philosophers. But, with the exception of a very few, no one in the countryside thinks they are poets or philosophers.
They are forgotten in the darkness.
All the forgotten objects, and even people, are as quiet as the color of the sky and time. And because of this quietness, in the eyes of poetic people, these people are as deep as the color of the sky and time, and have the same meaning as philosophy and poetry, not knowing that these people are not even a shadow. Shadows are visible, and the forgotten man does not come into view, even if he sits next to you.
Old means disappearing, the older is disappearing more in the acceleration.
One possibility for old people sitting in the dark is that they probably want to watch how the world disappears from view. This is of course an illusion; it is they who are disappearing, not the world.
I don't know why, but I'm becoming that kind of silent old man, and why would a person sit there with a light on when they have nothing better to do?
How many years of habit, do not like to strings, as for jumping square dance to play mahjong once did not try, there is no religious beliefs and other spiritual support, good from childhood like reading, favor literature, if not really another type of people.
Even if the heart has a thousand words, who can talk to? I have been used to, no language exchange just make up for a blood, speak more will be very tired because I have asthma disease, is young when suffered from tuberculosis left behind the roots of the disease, will follow me to forever.
In the absence of disturbing environment, sitting alone in silence, thinking about the distant past, remembering the childhood family of seven, grandmother is the most favorite person, parents, two brothers, a sister, what a nostalgic era!
The epidemic made many people who are not accustomed to home is very annoying, especially those who have many hobbies like lively old people is difficult to adapt to, but for me, it really does not affect a lot, lonely and lonely instead of letting my heart more calm.
That are wise people, and there is a lifetime of experience. The first time I saw the movie, I was able to see the movie, and I was able to see the movie. Why bother talking. There is no sense of loneliness, what does it matter if it is a little brighter, a little darker.