After all, it is late autumn, and it has been raining for three days, which makes people feel very annoyed. Three days later, the rain finally stopped and the sun came out. I felt much better.
Send the children to school and nothing will happen. Strolling to the nearby square, I want to take a walk, feel the warm sunshine and dispel the musty smell in my heart.
After walking four times along the square, I was slightly sweaty and a little tired, so I found a gazebo to sit down, took out my mobile phone and flipped through my circle of friends at will.
When I was looking down, I suddenly heard the voices of several people, and they were very loud. Looking up, I saw three women in their sixties talking and laughing all the way to the pavilion.
When they reached the bench, the two women sat side by side. The other one didn't sit down, but stood in front of them and read her poems to two other friends happily.
I looked up at this woman. She is of medium height, with gray hair and a little weathered face, but there is a stubborn look on her brow.
I dare not stare at them for too long, so I pretend to look at my mobile phone seriously for fear that they will be embarrassed. But the ear was brought into their topic. The old woman in the middle recited a poem she wrote, "The Recent Flower" and another poem, "Young Beauty", and then told her story to her companions.
The old woman said, "I have loved poetry since junior high school. I have read many poems and recited many poems. Later, when I became a Chinese teacher, I liked poetry more, so I tried to write it myself and gradually became addicted. My daughter wrote it on her birthday when she was a child, when she grew up and left home, when her daughter got married, and when her wife celebrated her birthday. "
"Anyway, I write when I'm happy, write when I'm unhappy, and get old when I write." With these words, she smiled. A woman asked her, "Don't you have any questions?" Aren't you afraid of a hard life? "
The woman raised her eyebrows and said, "Yes, but what I fear most is suffering. I am not afraid of hardship when I work in the countryside. Being a worker in the city is not afraid of hardship, and being a teacher is even more afraid. Life is so short, it's a day to cry and a day to laugh. It is better to laugh! " .
Two companions next to her gave her a thumbs-up and said, "You have a good attitude and you can live a long life!" " "The old woman smiled and said," Thanks to you, I want to live a few more years and take good care of my grandson! " "
I admire the old man not only in my heart. Seldom have I met such an optimistic and interesting old man in my life.
We struggled forward again and again, frustrated again and again. A chicken feather's life often makes us exhausted, and sometimes suddenly gives birth to despair and feels that life transcends love.
The old woman suffered all her life, but she never felt pain. She regards suffering as sugar and the spice of life, which is worth learning from all my young people.
In life, no matter in the community or in the countryside, you can always see many old people who love to play mahjong. In fact, there is nothing wrong with playing mahjong properly, but some old people can't sit on the mahjong field all day because they don't eat or do housework.
Those who are not ill are fine. They will recover after two days' rest. But many old people have high blood pressure and heart disease. If they don't have a good rest, they will get worse, and some people will even die.
I remember the last time I went home, my mother told me that someone in the village had died. He is only in his fifties. He especially likes playing mahjong and has high blood pressure. His son won't play, not yet, and sometimes he plays secretly behind his back.
Once, after playing for four or five hours, he was in a bad mood. The people at the same table advised him to have a rest and not to go back. He said nothing, just walked around behind him, slipped off the table and fainted directly. His son sent him to the hospital only to save his life.
Later, I was discharged from the hospital, and my legs were a little lame. My son advised him not to fight again in the future, or he would die, but he still couldn't let go. After that, I went to secretly fight. And the last time, I slipped from the table to the ground and never got up again.
Mother said that land is scarce in recent years, and everyone is old, and there is not much land in each family, so many people like to play mahjong. Although they don't play many times, it's only a dime, but no matter whether they win or lose, they will inevitably get excited and affect their mood, resulting in many old people dying in poker.
Most people who play cards are old people, so more old people die in the poker field.
It's really a bit worthless to say that you lost your life because of such entertainment.
Maybe the old people don't like poetry as much as the old woman, but at least they can dance square dance, practice Tai Chi and take a walk. These are all good fitness methods, which are better than sitting on the mahjong field and wasting people's money. Even if you want to play mahjong, you should be appropriate, and you can't hurt yourself because of obsession.
Someone once asked a question, which age group is the best? Some say twenty, some say thirty, some say forty, some say fifty. In fact, no matter which age group, it has its own style and advantages that other age groups do not have.
Tong Hua once wrote in his article: Please believe that the time that slipped away secretly made our appearance aging, but enriched our lives. Please believe that the value of youth is not because of those young years, but because of a heart full of courage and enthusiasm, not afraid of injury, not afraid of giving, not afraid of love, not afraid of dreams. Please believe that the passing of youth is not terrible, but the loss of that brave heart that loves life is terrible.
Therefore, wherever you go, you should cherish the time at that time and live every day well. We should all experience the prosperity of this world seriously, and we will never regret the past.
One day, I will grow old with the passage of time, and I will no longer have a beautiful face and clear eyes, but I still want to love life, the world and the people who have given me warmth like that old woman.
May we all grow old calmly and gracefully, not afraid of the storms of the years, in the invisible time.
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