The most romantic thing (Qintai art)

The man was tall and looked very strong, but he was very slow to move. He walked slowly and moved forward step by step. The woman is not tall and thin, but the elegant charm can be seen faintly. When she was young, she must be a beautiful woman like a small family, I think. Every day, I saw that woman holding the man’s hand. When the man walked forward, she followed him. The man walked a few steps. Maybe he was tired, so he stopped. The woman hurriedly put the little Mazar in the other hand on the ground, slowly holding the man to sit on it to rest. On a hot day, she saw a small fan in her hand. She gave a fan to the man from time to time, as if she was driving away mosquitoes. The cooperation between them was very tacit, and they didn’t talk, but they all knew what the other side needed and wanted to do. After a short rest, the woman lifted the little Mazar with one hand and held the man with the other hand. She stood up slowly, then took his hand again and walked slowly. Every time he took a step, the man took a lot of effort, but the woman didn’t complain. She just supported him and encouraged him to walk hard and practice slowly with her eyes. I knew that this man must have a serious illness, which left the root of the disease. He was no longer so brisk to walk. He needed to practice continuously with the help of his wife to walk well. Sometimes, I will see that woman stretching her arms and lifting her legs. Although the range is not very large, I think the old lady will be very tired. There were many people coming and going in the community. Of course, there were not a few young people. They looked at this pair of old people who cooperated with each other with tacit understanding and showed their envious eyes. At dusk, when the sun was setting, I would see two old men sitting quietly in the pavilion, staring at each other silently. Years left knife-carved wrinkles on their temples. Their faces were so kind, calm and warm. The afterglow of sunset shone on their silver hair, which was the most beautiful scenery in the world. Looking at this pair of old people with tacit cooperation, at this moment, I couldn’t help thinking of a song in my ear: the most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you and collect little laughter along the way, after that, I will sit in the rocking chair and chat slowly. The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you, knowing that we can’t go anywhere, and you still regard me as a treasure in your hands.

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