Remember the movie "The Trouble with Charlotte", there is a passage:
I once had a dream that we got married, but our life was not happy, and I drank a lot all day long to make you angry.
We were crammed into this 40-square-meter hut, where the water went out every Tuesday night, the microwave cut off the electricity, and every time we went to the bathroom, we had to lift the lid of the toilet and manually put on the water, and in the winter, when I got sick, you rubbed your hands together and warmed them up for me.
One time I fell into the well and knocked out my teeth, you were with me, accompanied by me, while knocking melons, who knows, you finally knocked out of the melons are for me, your first time to cook, is to do the fennel bruschetta, you said that the flavor of the fennel, I can let me in the future in the boredom of you to think back to the good of you.
For the rest of my life, I will grow old with you.
To try to be a little healthier, more exercise, more fresh air, square dancing is not bad.
Then try to learn as much as possible, the only advantage of the old age is that there is enough money and time, as much as possible to try something new, the old also need to make progress.
Entertainment nowadays can have, the park zither singing opera, the street set up a stall to sell flowers are very good. In short, there must be socializing.
Chic aspect, want to live in the outskirts of the city, planting vegetables, raising dogs and cats, how comfortable how to
Return to the idyllic version
Return to the old home of the childhood lived in the old chairs that grandparents often sit on, make a pot of tea, read a book. In the summer, I took a nap under the trees listening to the robins, and in the winter, I watched the surrounding hillsides covered with white snow from my bungalow. The garden in front of the door planted vegetables in the spring to go to the weeds to eat green food without drugs, away from the city and the hustle and bustle, without worrying about enjoying the rest of the day.
Ideal old age should be such a face, bathed in the early morning mist, drinking porridge looking down the mountain scenery, listening to the songs of the young in the recliner, pulling the hand of the side of the most beloved to stand up, tell her you love her, breathing the fresh air of the mountains, and she strolled in the mountains, to see your orchard, of course, but also holding her favorite Samoyed and your favorite husky, a silence by the two dogs, and the two dogs, and the two dogs, and the two dogs, and the two dogs, and the two dogs, and the two dogs, and the two dogs, and the two dogs, and the two dogs, and the two dogs, and the two dogs, and the two dogs, and the two dogs. A silence was broken by two dogs and two people just walking all the way down the mountain