“The setting sun is infinitely good, but it’s just near dusk.” Every time I read this poem, I feel infinite sadness. On four o’clock days, autumn is the coldest.
After dinner, a ray of setting sun shot into the house aroused my emotions. Open the door of the house, oh, the sun hasn’t gone down the mountain yet, you can see that the western sky has become colorful, the blue of the mountain and the red of the sun, after who weaves like this, it miraculously becomes a ribbon, which changes over time, just like a person The graceful girl is dancing.
Just as I was tasting the delicacy, a dog bark interrupted my thoughts, and followed the sound to find, I was shocked, an old man was sitting on a chair not far away, I didn’t know anything, that A little yellow Shiba dog was lying beside the old man. When I approached, I just wanted to talk, I was dull again, the old man’s eyes were closed. It seemed that two eyeballs stayed in the deep-set eye sockets for a long time, and countless crow’s feet patterns crawled deep along the eye sockets. The old man’s nasal bones stood tall, and the big-bellied lion’s nose was old and mighty.
The two black nostrils turned outwards vigorously because the head was tilted a little later, as if they were demonstrating.Look at the dry, cracked lips, which should have been pressed tightly together, but it was dramatic. The ground was opened forcibly by the only black-yellow, black-yellow front tooth. I looked around and ignored the wrinkles of the old man’s face. Is it because there are too many? Even one of them is not small. The scar of the knife has also become blurred, and after the vicissitudes of life, the old man’s hair has run out, only a few of them are left around, which sway with the wind from time to time.
The top of the round stock was also bright in the sunset. My gaze gradually moved down, and then I could see that the old man was wearing a military coat. The dilapidated coat could no longer see the green color. Instead, it was a rustic brown. Only a golden badge on the left chest was extremely dazzling.
When I noticed the old man’s hand, I firmly believed that he was indeed an veteran warrior. It was a pair of hands that experienced life and death. The large back of the hand was heavily buckled on the wooden chair quilt, and ten fingers were hanging weakly. It looked like a dry pine branch with bare bones and ten deformed nails. The piece between the index finger and middle finger of the left hand was peculiarly yellow. After years of wear and tear, the chair has faded. Only a few pieces of dark red paint can be found on the side of the quilt. It seems that it is too old, and the interface between the chair legs and the bar is obviously different. , I’m really afraid that when the old man moves, the chair will fall apart with a clatter, but the old man has been sitting so peacefully.
Gradually, I couldn’t help but develop a high respect for the old man who had never met. The sky was getting colder, and there was only half of the setting sun left on the red sun to the west. The sun was about to set, but the old man hadn’t opened his eyes yet, and he didn’t know whether the old man was watching the sunset or listening to something. Just sitting still, under the shining sun, the old man was shining all over, like a buddha.When my eyes turned to the old man again, I was shocked, the old man cried, and sparse tears crawled from his eyes. After coming out, sliding down to the old man’s dry lips, the old man’s brows were kept calmly frowning, but then the corners of his mouth rose slightly. Faced with this situation, I could no longer hold back my inner touch. Tears rushed out, and only felt a few remaining leaves blown by the wind sliding over the top of the head, leaving only a few stupid sounds echoing in the ears.
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