Prose in old age

Old, gray-haired, sleepy. When you are too old to walk, keep warm by the fire and remember your youth. How many people have loved your youthful singing and worshipped your beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity? Only one person still loves your pious soul and the wrinkles on your old face. The following is what I brought to you for your appreciation.

one

When you get old, you lose all your teeth and can't chew food.

I chewed it up bit by bit and fed it to you.

At that time, you couldn't abandon me.

When I get older, my hair turns white and I am no longer young and beautiful.

I'll take you to see the sunrise and sunset,

At that time, you must rely on me.

I'm too old to move around and cook delicious food.

I will cook a bowl of rice porridge for you.

At this time, you should drink it with a smile.

When I am old, my teeth have fallen out and I can't chew food.

You have to chew it up bit by bit. Feed me.

At that time, I will never abandon you.

When I get old, my hair turns white and I am no longer young and strong.

You will accompany me to watch the sunrise and sunset.

At that time, I will lean against you tightly.

When I am old, I can't go with you.

You have to cook a bowl of rice porridge for me.

At that time, I will savor it slowly

When we get old, we lose all our teeth and can't chew food.

We looked at each other.

At that time, daily necessities were also happy.

When we get old, our hair turns white, and we are no longer young and strong.

We depend on each other and snuggle up to each other.

At that time, even wrinkles were the most beautiful.

When we are old, we can't move easily and walk together.

We never left each other.

The pastoral scenery at that time was also the most romantic.

two

When you are old, I will use warmth.

Iron out your vicissitudes of life wrinkles, gently lift your pale white hair and kiss your forehead.

Let your gray sideburns brush the warm current.

Let the budding * * *, just like that year.

As if listening to your beautiful voice when you were young.

My hand runs through your black hair.

I like traveling in the clouds and roaming in mountains and lakes.

When you are old, hold my hand and stay away from the worldly noise.

Travel far together, watch the sea of clouds, look forward to the sunrise and climb to the top.

The journey of time brought us back to the mountains.

When you are old, though you stumble.

I still love you deeply.

Let the moss of years cover your vicissitudes of forehead.

I still care about you and ask for nothing in return.

When you are old, someone who loves me deeply.

Fold a green willow for you, weave it into a crown, and have a journey of rejuvenation.

Let beautiful and profound poems interpret the love of our life.

When you are old, I am old,

The most romantic thing I can think of is to protect you.

Let the once passionate poems boil in your palm.

Reading sweetness with you is like reading an afterlife that has just begun.

three

When you are old … when you are old … please take it off. The poems I wrote for you, those vows lurking between the lines, still record the initial love in the dust of the years …

I am waiting for you at the end of time.

wind

Blow away the memory of yesterday

Silver moonlight

Sprinkle it on the road we used to walk.

On those winding roads

Phosphorescence of years

Began to ripple in the evening breeze.

In a remote place

There was a rustling sound.

Bypass between heaven and earth

Your name

Mixed with flute sound

graceful

Rise and fall in my heart

I stood at the opposite corner.

In silence

Waiting for you.

When you are old, you stumble along the path at dusk and tell old stories. Please allow me to take your arm and walk in the vanilla garden full of petals. Your bent back is full of tiredness in the late autumn wind. The afterglow of the sunset hangs over your graceful figure. Please allow me to give you a deep hug again. My arms have lost the impulse of my youth, but my sincerity has turned into eternal regret in the long river of time.

When I am old, my eyes are no longer clear, and stories of spring, summer, autumn and winter flow. Please allow me to stand by your side and stare into your eyes quietly. Please allow me to look at each other silently and read your heart quietly. Calm eyes drown out the hard work of the years, and calm smiles fill every chapter of life. Lift up the collection of poems I read for you when I was young. In colorful poems, the parting of life and death becomes an eternal retrospect between youth and China.

When you are old, wasted time has eroded your face. Please allow me to touch your scarred face with trembling hands, and please let me touch your eyebrows with gentle words and go through the vicissitudes of life. Let me sing your name with a song. If a pious soul can bloom a white lotus, let me turn into a lotus leaf and wait for you to bloom.

When you are old, your face will be as holy as a pilgrim. Although your youth is gone, your beauty will bloom. Please allow me to put the flying dust into the vase of years and put it on the window sill full of moonlight. The night wind blows, making a good time play back again and again in my mind. Epiphyllum at night, in the sleepy memory, shyly stretched with slightly tired petals. Everything in the world has lost its luster in the aftertaste of love. At that moment, all the past events were gently sung into a delicate and gentle ballad, and in our own story, the same tune was sung repeatedly.

I wait for you in the silent night.

wind

Blowing messed up my hair.

I smiled.

Look at you pacing from a distance

The boat of time

A sentence as light as a feather crossed Ye Zhi.

I heard the bell of love.

Ring quietly.

Ultimate loyalty

dear

Please allow me to address you so kindly.

Lianlian Chen Feng, dust in the wind.

Hand in hand

Rough days

In the memory of old age

It's all the sweetness of the past