When we are old, why not... A person, a corner, an old house, a closed eye, a destination for a lifetime... The old man was probably like this, standing at the entrance of the village, at the intersection, looking at it

When we are old, why not... A person, a corner, an old house, a closed eye, a destination for a lifetime...

The old man was probably like this, standing at the entrance of the village, at the intersection, looking at it, as if waiting for someone... But I don't know who I'm waiting for.

I wish I could have such a day, peacefully waiting for my unturned child, waiting for them to come back and their mother cooked for him. #我要上 Headline ##Senior# #榆林身边事 #