Memories of napping by the fire

Whenever I hear the song when you are old, I will be moved by the moving sentences in the lyrics. When you are too old to walk, take a nap by the fire and recall your youth. ...

Accompanied by nostalgic and freehand notes, I entered my childhood, my childhood and my parents.

We have the best childhood, a small house made of mud, a summer vacation with cicadas singing and birds singing, a back by a shallow river, a favorite mulberry under a tree, an old eaves with red walls and green tiles, swallows nesting on time every spring, and comedies on black and white TV. At that time, in my hometown, deep in my memory.

Time was taken away by the fleeting time. Slowly, many people left. Slowly, they are getting old, with a few gray hairs and more or less wind and frost. What they still care about is that we want to be safe and healthy, and use one of them to switch our years. How many expectations and wishes we have, I am afraid that we will be safe without them.

Our busy life, our struggling life and our hard life have passed half a lifetime. Old wrinkles, gray hair and rough fingerprints have never changed or decreased our love to soothe us. The dark thoughts in my eyes gradually blurred with the passage of time. One day, the bent waist is no longer a transplant in the ridge, weeds under the hoe, mending under the lamp, but a lifetime of old age.

I can't stand it. You gave us all the best things in your life, but didn't give you the stability of things. You have worked hard for your future and family all your life, but you are still worried about whether you can take care of it. You are old, I don't know how you feel about love.

I thank God, let me be your world, let me have your world.

The smoke from the kitchen chimney curled up, and the chimney was very old. Every step I take is your reminder, and things have changed. Every inch of the scenery I have seen is your glance left and right. I hope the years are quiet and you won't get old.

You watched me change from a small hand to a big hand, you helped me change from a toddler to a flying gait, and you accompanied me from a child to a parent. You are old and I have grown up, but I can't give you everything you have given me with all my strength.

There is not much left in life, but I can't bear to enjoy my old age. With you, I will always be a child. You gave me everything, and I am a happy person.

It's good to go back to the fire and take a nap. You are young, and I babble.