Make a poem with Lao Wang's text.

My health is getting worse and worse. I think my days are coming to an end.

I stood in front of Mr. Qian's house, holding the sesame oil and eggs I bought with my last sum of money. Anyway, I don't need money. My body is really failing, and my legs are shaking. I missed knock knock, but I didn't expect the whole person to jump on the door. I struggled to stand up, stand up.

The door opened, and it was Mrs. Qian who opened it. First she was shocked, and then her eyes clearly showed fear. I can't help being a little scared. Will she not recognize me? Will you kick me out? Then she spoke:

"Oh, Lao Wang,"

I'm relieved. It seems that she still knows me. I went into the house as soon as I was happy, and then I regretted it. Why do I go in when I know I look scary? I put my hand a pass:

"These are for you. You and Mr. Qian. Good people. "

Somehow, she couldn't make it clear. Good thing she took it. Then, she looked into the room, turned and walked over, and I understood.

"I don't want money."

"I know, I know-but since you are here, you don't have to ask someone to take you."

I was silent and watched her go in and take out the money. I took the cloth wrapped in money and eggs, turned around foolishly and went downstairs slowly.