An old man and an old woman described in detail.

A face of love and vicissitudes, when I was young, my black hair was like the first snow in winter and the first frost in autumn. The roots are silver-haired, half covered and half covered. There are wrinkles on my face, like twists and turns in the past. In the slightly sunken eye socket, a pair of dark brown eyes quietly tell the vicissitudes of the years.

Yellow skin and wrinkles on the face also show traces of the passage of time.

Whether it is spring or hot or cold, I can always see an old man cleaning our street on my way to school. He dresses simply, just like an ordinary cleaner.

One morning, the sun just showed a rosy round face, and the breeze blew on the earth. My hair fluttered in the wind and I was in a particularly happy mood. I eat steamed bread wrapped in breakfast bags while walking. At this time, the old man caught my attention. He was wearing a shabby Chinese tunic suit, a blue hat, a wisp of white hair under the hat, a red armband and waving a broom rhythmically.

I walked past him and accidentally dropped the steamed bread breakfast bag. The wind blew this piece of waste paper far away. At the same time, the garbage that the old man had just swept was blown all over the sky, and the old man still quietly picked up the broom and swept it one by one. His hands are covered with calluses, and sometimes he bends down to pick up rubbish that the broom can't sweep. The rickety body makes people look weak. With the increase of wind, he coughs repeatedly.

Soon, the old man finished sweeping the floor and sat on a stone chair to rest. He took out a book and read it carefully. I wonder how a cleaner can read. I leaned over and took a look. Hey! It's still all in English, I can't understand it. At this time, an uncle came out of the small building and said to the old man, "Professor Zhang, your phone." "Ok, wait a minute." He picked up the broom and left step by step.

I paused. The old man did not enjoy his happy life to beautify our community environment. ...

Every morning, you can see not only the thin body of the old man, but also the figure of a child, and that child is me.

But since that incident, it has completely changed my understanding of the elderly.