This is a kind old man, his hair is carefully combed, and there is no 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.
anonymous
My family lives in Hutongkou and has a public faucet. I am an old man. His pudgy figure, chubby face, dark brown under his forehead, two curved eyebrows and a pair of slender eyes look like Maitreya.
Grandpa has been retired for two years, with a thin skeleton and fishnet lines on his face. The gray hair on the top of the head seems to be wearing a small felt hat. When you laugh, your chin sticks up high, because there are few teeth in your mouth and your lips are deeply sunken.
My grandmother is over seventy years old. The head is covered with silver hair, and the lines on the head and eyes are heavy. She usually wears a blue coat and black trousers Grandma's hair naturally curls and looks really beautiful; Kind eyes always smile, and words are crisp and pleasant.
He looks like a poor man in this shabby blue-gray dress and shorts; The smile under his aging face is so false to me; The way he looked at me was like digging a gold mine.
The old man has little meat and is as thin as an old osprey. However, the tanned face, short white beard are particularly energetic, and those deep-set eyes are particularly bright. It is rare to see such sharp and bright eyes, except on Baiyangdian Lake.
My grandmother's dress today is very different from usual: wearing a wool hat, a brand-new black woolen coat, a pair of blended tweed trousers and a pair of shiny flat shoes. She walked out of the door with a cane in her hand, a beaming face and a red paper in her hand.
A fat old man in high spirits heard the dog barking and came out of the house. He is about sixty years old. His light brown hair is well maintained, but his beard is gray. This is Professor Blay.
When the old people heard that our children came to visit them and perform for them, everyone's face turned red and they dressed up carefully. Look, Grandpa has changed into a straight suit. He looks more energetic and walks a lot lighter!
I followed the voice to meet him, and I saw him before I realized that he was a thin old man. Wearing a faded suit and a pair of brown sneakers, he is sweeping the road with a bamboo broom.
On the other side of the ferry, several people are coming down from the beach. A fat old lady walked in front with a cane. The setting sun shone on her silver hair, which looked radiant.
She has a loving face and has been through many 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.
The old man's eyebrows and beard are gray. But the face is still purple and looks radiant. He is wearing a brand-new blue cotton-padded jacket and trousers and a white towel on his head. The old man squatted on the ground and smoked happily.
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