The demeanor of the elderly remains the same.

1, her face is full of love and vicissitudes. When she was young, her 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.

2. This is a kind old man, and his hair is combed carefully, without any mess. But silvery white hair is still clearly visible in the black hair. In the slightly sunken eye socket, a pair of dark brown eyes quietly tell the vicissitudes of the years.

Grandma Zhang, a white-haired neighbor, is leaning on crutches and smiling like a flower. She squinted and looked at Yu's admission notice over and over again, as if what she was holding was not an admission notice, but a rare treasure.

Grandma Zhang took her sister's hand and looked her over and over again in a daze. Looking at it, the tears in her eyes rolled down the wrinkles, string by string.