Is getting old article recommended reading | It's too late, if you don't love him quickly

When I was thinking about the problem of "getting old", I didn't dare to imagine that it would eventually lead to death and parting, and I only carefully wrote what had happened and what happened step by step from the past to the present.

Don't come here for a few springs and haven't returned home, you will see cherry blossoms on the jade window. The flowers have only bloomed five times, but the situation at home has long since changed. Ten or twenty years, like words that only appear in novels, are now vividly displayed here.

This week, I recommend [I am getting old] the latest 10 submissions, arranged in the order of submission.

1. He said, "The flowers are blooming again..." and he gasped.

Author @Ghost Hits the Wall

 Summary:
In the dream, my grandfather sat cross-legged like a master monk with his back to me. And I, holding a bamboo pole with a wire loop at the end, took out the leaves or ice cubes from the water in the recess of the hat from the top of my grandfather's strange hat. Then, he said, "The flowers are blooming again..." and he swallowed.

Recommendation: The author writes about a very special person, a person who "makes me full of hatred". The song sings "But the person I hate the most, he never died in front of me", but this dream made the "wish" come true.

2. Self-exploration 30 questions, Q6: If one day, I really leave you

Author @Four Seasons

 Summary:
In the past 10 years of starting a family, I have grown from half a young man in his youth to a middle-aged father with two treasures. Looking back, it is not only the age that is aging, but also the physical ability is weakening. , the adjective with dangerous teeth and baldness is staring at me, ready to fly at any time.

Recommendation: The author is a family member of the medical staff, and the tenth anniversary with his wife was also spent during the epidemic alert.

3. Getting old | Grandpa looks at the sky with blue eyes

Author @ahlu

 Summary:
The mountain is about to rain, and the thunder is muffled. A few places in the distance that are not completely covered by the dark clouds shine through. The mountains and the clouds complement each other. The fog has blown from the other side of the mountain, and the whiteness is instantly from the top of the mountain. Until the foot of the mountain - father-in-law (grandfather) - eh, here - the basket - rolled into the ditch. The family helped him up, turned around and went down to Luxiahegou to find the bag that had been deformed from the fall. Grandpa walked back slowly, and just as he stepped into the gate, the heavy rain came.

Recommendation: The author writes from old houses and objects to the elderly at home, showing a picture of rural life where memory and reality overlap.

4. Form of Poetry｜A Walking Epic & Lamenting the Lost Style of Ageing

By @MaryVentura

 Summary:
It seems that they are walking epics, not heroic and tragic, but as solid as a rock, and like a gurgling stream, which makes me feel a kind of existence that is bigger than them and bigger than life. In reality, I don't know if they are still healthy in my memory, and if they really leave one by one, we will not forget them.

Recommendation: There are stories, poems, and the author's deep feelings about the details of life in the text.

5. Getting old | It is a blessing to grow old and pass away intimately

Author @shooter mommy tingting

 Summary:
A few years after my grandmother and my father passed away to this day, the two of them still appear together in my dreams from time to time. Whenever I see them together, I always feel at ease. They meet again in another world. , and we still strive to continue to struggle with life in this world, waiting for the day when we meet them in the future.

Recommendation: Tingting looks back on the time she spent with grandma, and we are fortunate to know a lovable and respectable old man. What is more valuable is that the author shows us how to face "life and death" and is very open-minded.

6. I love you the way you love me

Author @國頭馬麵嵬

Summary:
It was the summer of a year after Sister Jin retired.
It was a very hot summer. It was so hot that I was restless and restless. It was so hot that I didn't want to go to work and wanted to come to the office.
That summer, I always looked at the pot of golden geese, and I silently shed tears as if I had been taken out of time.

Recommendation: Sister Xian's writing is as witty and humorous as ever, and when you don't pay attention, it turns quickly, and the story behind it makes people teary-eyed.

7. Getting old - my grandmother

Author @star_hope

 Summary:
My grandmother is very thin, less than 150 feet tall, and has a very strong body. She often goes back to her grandmother's house and sees her busy. Sometimes I really wonder why my grandmother has so many things to do?
Looking at his wrinkled hands, he sometimes said that he was ugly, and I always told him, "No, mama, you are very cute, mama is the most beautiful in my eyes."

Recommendation: It tells about the tragic life of my grandmother. She grew up in a harsh environment when she was young. When she was old, her husband and son left first.

8. Getting old | Qingsong Road

Author @刘思

Summary:
The watch of my life seems to have been moving forward madly since the flower picking carnival, not even waiting for me who is still reminiscing. Inexplicably, I also entered the "middle grade" and "senior grade". Sometimes I met Tingting at the door of my house on weekends, and I just said hello, and then went to the cram school that I should go to. Our noisy group of children seemed to have grown up suddenly, huddled in their bedrooms and did their homework. Sometimes after the summer rainstorm, there would be a big pool of water in front of the flower beds in the yard. That's us. In the place where the bricks were once ground, the air after the rain was very quiet. There was only a little boy I didn't know wearing rain boots, walking around in the rain puddle.

Recommendation: In the midst of such a powerful modern whirlpool, a road and a period of childhood memory have irreversibly declined, leaving them at a loss and at a loss.

9. Community Activities: Wandering in the Underground Street

Author @guchen

 Summary:
The city seems to be in its prime, beautiful and charming, but its inner consciousness is getting old, like an old man who has inherited the bad habits of the old times, educating all new lives as a model of "continuing to grow old".

Recommendation: Nothing can stand against time, and even cities are aging at a rate visible to the naked eye. The strange old man I met in the underground street had only cruel time to testify.

10. The old me, I miss the rice angel forever.

Author @bottle noday:)

 Summary:
Our caring rice, secretly left when we were out for dinner at noon yesterday. Brother Xiong's reaction was even more excited than Mama's. He was worried that Rice would be reluctant to leave, so he told Brother Xiong: We want to be happy for Rice, she has done her homework in this life. , we want to bless her and tell her to follow the Bodhisattva's practice, to reincarnate as soon as possible and not to be an animal again.

Recommendation: The little animal that has accompanied me and my family for nearly ten years has passed away, and the author is also getting old. What else is eternal, it may be love and longing.

The above are the latest 10 submissions of [I am getting old]. You are welcome to follow the hashtag # being getting old and read more works.

I want to say that so many articles and authors have said it in different ways. Finally, just share one poem.

 Now let us love an old man,
Let us walk into this tea restaurant in front.
The old man in the crew-neck sweatshirt diagonally opposite,
The temples are white, and there are a few clear wrinkles on the forehead,
His expression was calm, his eyes were deep, and he took a cigarette every once in a while,
Take a sip of coffee, frown slightly while smoking and sipping coffee,
He is so leisurely that he no longer has the concept of leisure,
You see him slowly raising his hand, that eternal gesture.
He is so lonely every day, only his expressions and actions accompany him, you may even feel that these do not belong to him, look, his eyes are elsewhere,
His soul may be waiting for him on high, too late If you don't love him quickly, use all your senses to give him warm hints, and beseech him to stay a little longer,
A person whose expression and actions do not even belong to himself, his existence has become transparent, and every moment of his existence in the world contains a special meaning and is a blessing to us——
Look, a double-decker bus passed by outside the glass door, reflecting the sunlight in, making his face light up,
Lights us up when we are in a trance.

Author / Huang Canran