In this era of technological leap, we still won't forget that a group of old people have made outstanding contributions to us now. Don't think that we have forgotten you, and don't feel sorry for our children sending you here. Please remember: every smiling face and every figure who works hard for you are your children and grandchildren. There are still many people in the society who are willing to help you, including us, and will regard you as their closest relative.
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Today of the elderly is our tomorrow. People often compare old age to sunset and sunset. I think being old is not only old, but also not (\ Ben Wenyu; Scheme-Fan \ Library gives you a collection-sorting) is equal to being old and not doing anything. Old age means experience and wisdom, and more importantly, it means people's sophistication and indifference. The people who show us the way are always old people; It is always the old who teach us experience. We believe that as long as the old horse has ambition, the sunset will always be infinitely red!
Finally, on behalf of all * *, I sincerely wish all the old people good health, a happy mood, happiness and a long life! thank you
Nursing Home Author: Tao Zhe If this compound-there is a mysterious Cang Shu on every branch-will eventually leave a lonely boat on a stormy night-it will not be swallowed up by the waves, and when it is calm-the waves will not push it, but it will just float on the sea of quiet memories-when the sun is shining in March, scorpions in the desert meet the tenderness of cactus, and they meet-bathed in the scorching sun, everything in this world. When young eyes kissed her wrinkles, she lowered her forehead and her enviable appearance was hurt. You will see through the fragrance-how beautiful she has been to me-aging is a leap of the soul, which is like a bird gracefully opening the bill of clouds. Love only pays loneliness, and this lonely page is not heavier than a feather.