The people here, all have a story, belong to the 50's one color life.
Flowers blossom, the tide rises and falls, inadvertently these people towards the twilight of life. From the croak to the sideburns stained with frost, the years of the bag is filled with sweet and sour. In the past years, everyone will have different sizes of the halo, but this halo is the "past tense". When the halo receded, who are all the wood, who are all the cloth, who are yearning for leisure, comfort and ease.
They all have their own destiny, and in the end they realize that the most beautiful scenery of life is the inner calmness and composure. People had so much expectation of recognition from the outside world, only to realize in the end that the world is their own, and has nothing to do with others. The fact that these people are gathered here is the best manifestation of this.
The people here, upstairs and downstairs, on the road, in the supermarket, on the playground, are all from the 50s. Either a little ahead of '49, or '55 or before '60, that age anyway, and they must be old couples in pairs. And let's not forget the tail end, either a grandchild or a grandson. The old couple running and jumping around upside down behind their asses, four or five or five or six years old. It can't be seven or eight because they're studying, or one or two, two or three, too young for the old man to bring up. People from the '50s are the mainstay here. Of course, there are people from the '50s who carry their aging parents, and there are also old people in their eighties and nineties, but these are the minority. As for those carrying bellies, carrying in their arms, or teething, you hardly see them. There are most people from the northeast here, followed by Hebei, Henan and Sichuan, Xinjiang, Beijing and Inner Mongolia.
These 50 year olds are in their twilight years. 50's ate my chaff, 60's carried a gun, 70's went to the countryside, 80's laid off. After bumping around for most of their lives, they are now finally slowing down, retiring, and their children and grandchildren have grown up and can rest their feet. The hard work of the young struggle, the hand is still a bit of savings, picked a hut in the late years here. Busy people, look at the sea, step on the beach, fishing, flowers, inhale the air, shopping in the supermarket. Get up early in the morning and go for a run, listen to the ringing of the ebb and flow of the tide and smell the fishy sea water. In the morning at home, make a meal, steam a rice, fry a fish, fry a green vegetable; noon is inevitable on the table to drink two cups, hee hee hee hee; and then sleep a nap, wake up and then go to play a mahjong, play a chess, run two rounds of "tractor"; night dancing a square dance, men do not like to jump, just bored at home watching TV, flip phone; or is to go downstairs in groups to Kan Dashan, put cannon, south of the accent, bitter, spicy, sour and sweet confided in the sea and sky gossip, in-depth and outward comparison, tired and sleepy on the ha-ha laughs and smiles dispersed, all day and night leisurely.
In the future, every day.
These people from the beginning of October each year, one after another to leave, to January, especially to celebrate the New Year, people will arrive. Children are on vacation, a group of groups to run here, the ground is full of cars parked, the coldness of the stairs become lively, you can see the lights of ten thousand homes, the light shines. But after March, especially before the Ching Ming Festival, most people are gone. Either go home to their ancestors, or miss their children, or it is time to go to work "work", in any case, to leave here.