Walking through the streets and sightseeing areas of Vladivostok, you can see the lonely and lonely figure of the russian elderly.
(Is it true that at this time, her heart, like this lonely sky, is empty?)
Russia is an alpine region country and a country with an aging population. The harsh climate and living habits make adults, especially adult men, heavily dependent on alcohol, and alcoholism seriously affects the health of male citizens.
The elderly seen in Vladivostok are mostly female elderly.
(They are all passers-by, each thinking of their own thoughts)
During the three-day sightseeing tour of Vladivostok, it is rare to see the shadow of pairs of elderly people.
(People sitting side by side in chairs don't know each other, they're all just tired of walking and occasionally sitting together.)
What I saw more was the figure of a lonely old man.
(Lonely seagulls flying low, old men on the trestle fishing)
Six years ago, in the summer, when I was in Vladivostok, I saw a single old man walking on the shore or sitting on a rest chair, and I was full of envy for them.
(A pair of happy Russian old men)
Because, at that time, what I saw in my eyes was that they were fashionably dressed, crane-haired and red-faced, and quiet and serene.
And now, as I get older, when I look at this group of photos again, I see no longer envy in my eyes, but more sympathy and pity.
(The dead tree lies quietly on the beach, let the tide wash away, like a helpless old man)
Because, at this time, I read the taste of loneliness, loneliness, helplessness, helplessness and loss from their sluggish and unfocused eyes.