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Day in and day out day, day in and day out at night, day in and day out of eating and sleeping, just imperceptibly, long years of age.

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Maybe it is because no longer young, don't understand young frivolous and boldness, thought there is more subdued feelings and calm, almost numb thinking. Then, slowly, but in a moment I do not know when, understand the old people's thought, close to the old people's mind, insight on their way through the vicissitudes and helpless how. Just young people ah, do not want to read, to read the time, time to read or simply can't read. Can't read it imposed on the elderly 'outdated', 'thrifty' disdain for the elderly....... Including meGo Organize.

I sound the review of its own, it is time to my own review of power. I know, old, dirty, and thought in the old wrinkles in the circle of folds, slovenly appearance of every word and action, is the signs of aging, constant over the years is poor, tired of various difficulties and hardships, painful and hard grinding. Walking in the old people's thought, I was ashamed of selfish too shallow.

Feel the time in a hurry.

This year, the number of new hand in marriage prospects for better future life; how many young lives come delicate like the spring buds pointed cute; how many people walking on the be in a hurry to depart still covered dust is chased the sun at noon; how many old fatherly figure on crutches hobble in red sunset; and how many lives but passing empty regret and sigh......

I walked in, in spring, in the sun, in has the care of, in the busy life. I follow gradually the old rules, I is not formed in front of the mirror he canthus wrinkles, mind you stretch not open, but it is the parents after years it was the face of the old.

Parents smile in the eyes, in the mind; nagging parents care with my journey, to parents' home from home, from home to their parents; parents old disease pain with yourself, have been deeply hurt me.

Remember, in the nearly twenty years ago I had in my diary. Write a sentence, "I would like to use the other half of my life for parents of young a". In an age of increase year by year in tormenting their parents at the same time, also always tormenting my heart. Now I can't say it is free and easy, think carefully, half of my life, what would it be? I still can't!

Life is forty what it is feeling? I don't know nearly 80 years of parents, the heart is what a feeling!