I said to a friend before, "My ideal old age life is to open a clinic of my own in a small remote place in our house with my wife, to raise a lovely Samoyed in my own small yard, and give it to the people who come and go. People see and talk about their illnesses, prescribe inexpensive medicines to treat intractable diseases, then go to the vegetable market when they have nothing to do, go on vacations to travel, they can harvest crops and do farm work, and finally they can grow old together in their own courtyard!"
Aging is the process of flowers withering and turning into fertilizer, and the beginning of happiness.
In fact, I am really looking forward to getting old. I think I can step into my sixty-year-old life in one step. I don’t care if my career is successful or not, and I don’t care if my love is real or not. I just want to hold the hand of my relatives who have been with each other for half their lives, on the street. Go for a walk, and then cross the road together, I have a white ponytail, you are holding a straight cane, we walk together slowly and tremblingly, don’t worry when the red light turns red, we still have to bend down and enjoy this confidently. Slow life, if we encounter a grumpy driver whistling at us, let the two of us hurry up, we can stand in the middle of the road with our hands on our hips and stare at him, and then spit at him viciously and say " If you have the ability, you can press it, hum".
Haha, the old man, you have to rely on the old to sell the old, you have to do all the bad things you didn't dare to do when you were young, you have to be a "gang boss" before you die, you have to bully the children together, grab their snacks, and torture them together Big kids, make them the trouble they made, and then spend the last few years happily regardless of the world.
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