I laughed when I saw the group of Brits who were among the crowd in India, not forgetting the gentleman's "ladies first" when they were crowding the airport bus with their luggage. It's really hard for them. The pain of crowding the bus in the hot season must have never been experienced by them in their entire lives. When they should be enjoying their old age, they experienced such a thing. It's a shame that they didn't faint on the spot! (I had a British acquaintance who fainted in the Xidan subway station on Line 1 after returning home. These delicate British creatures!)
They quickly adapted to the Indian environment.
An old British grandpa who strolled the streets and played cricket with Indian children.
An old grandma looking for a job as an operator.
...
Each has their own life, even if they leave their homeland, even if life is not so satisfactory, they also start their own new life and never stop.
What about even in old age?
At the end of the year, you can also look for the Nth spring, or you can live a day after eating a few aspirin; at the end of
the year, you can also hang Kaizi in the club, although the prince is also a fake; at the end of
the year, you can also bravely pursue True love, looking for an unforgettable old lover, it doesn't matter if you are of the same sex... No matter how
bad it is, you can sit on a rocking rattan chair in the open courtyard, basking in the warm sunshine and drinking a cup of black tea, Listen to music and read books.
Every day, every minute, every second, is the youngest moment in this life, isn't it?
So ah, when I heard the Indian music playing in the film, I couldn't help but smile and my heart filled with joy, just like the book I read a few days ago.
When colored sounds taste sweet.
In the eyes, it is the chaotic streets of the chaotic towns in India, but in the heart it is sweet.
So I picked up the phone and dialed a close friend of mine.
"Babu? Shall we go to India?"
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