Prose An old man said to himself, "Am I old?"

As the saying goes, "Time waits for no one."

In the past, I have never appreciated this old saying, and I have never regretted the years, because ordinary people are not so melodramatic and worthless.

During the National Day holiday, all the children and grandchildren went back.

I'm happy. I'm working.

This morning, when I was walking, I tripped over a slightly protruding floor tile under my feet. I didn't care too much, and they were not far apart. When I do this again, I look at the floor tiles and the road I walk every morning. I was suspicious for a moment, but I was also cautious. This is a phenomenon that has never happened before. I walked to the side of the asphalt road instead of the road I walked every morning.

There is nothing wrong with my body, especially my legs and feet. Probably, it has something to do with my busy time yesterday, and it is also the reason why I didn't have a good rest at night.

I walked a little less and went home.

When I want to write something, I said to myself, do you care too much?

Come to think of it, seventy is neither old nor young. According to the older generation, "there are very few people who are seven or eighty years old."

I don't know whether to be happy or bored. I always feel that I am old before I live.

I really don't want to admit it.

But, to be honest, I already have a sense of age.

In previous years, I covered my face and went upstairs. I didn't rest or breathe. This year, I stopped halfway to catch my breath.

After a busy day, I used to like to watch Cross-Strait on Channel 4. Nowadays, it is common to fall asleep while watching TV. Maybe the content is not attractive, maybe the physical strength is exhausted.

In the past, not to mention the usual three meals a day, I was busy cooking on the first and fifteenth day of the New Year's Day, and all the old dishes and new dishes were busy by myself, and I never felt tired. Now, I have the idea of doing less and saving trouble.

Before August 15, my nephews came to see me. It turned out that I had to show my skills, get two good dishes on the table, cheer up and have a drink with my nephews. At ten o'clock that morning, two nephews came in the same car. I cooked raw flowers and green beans, talked a few words, and made an excuse to go out and buy roast chicken and stewed beef. I've never arranged this before, but now I'm really lazy.

But I still drank a lot of wine in front of my nephew, leaving a nephew driving a car not to drink. I had a good time and drank a whole bottle as usual. But I played a little trick. My nephew had two drinks and I had one.

A nephew has to listen to his uncle.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival happens to be the National Day. 14 went to the market to buy food and made appropriate preparations.

It's really fun to live in the moment. I am very satisfied and grateful.

14 at 8 pm, the grandson who went to college went home. I packed his favorite "Sanxian jiaozi", delicious roast chicken and cooked live grasshoppers in advance.

I'm glad to see my grandson wolfing down his food.

I didn't even feel it myself. I watched my grandson clean up neatly after dinner. It's past 10: 30, and I'm sleepy when I watch TV. Today, I am very energetic.

Just want to have a rest, just remember, fifteen steamed bread noodles have not been delivered yet.

I dream of my grandson eating at night.

Mid-autumn festival, reunion festival.

I am busy cooking, my wife wants to help me, my daughter-in-law wants to help me, and I won't let her.

Grandchildren sweetly shouted grandparents, happy home, which made me very satisfied.

During the Double Festival, I was blessed and enjoyed love in front of my children and grandchildren.

I really don't feel too old yet.

When I wrote these words, my son was with me after the hospital examination. Good, but good.

At lunch, my wife and I had a simple meal.

The son's family went to the mother-in-law's house.

In the afternoon, the home is quiet and the heart is quiet.

I want to have a long talk with my son this holiday.

Tell him, am I old? ...

202012 October afternoon