I saw the old man this afternoon. We hadn't met in three months; he had grown thinner, but he seemed more spirited too.
Seeing him sitting by the roadside, I was curious. Where had he gotten a stool from?
The old man stood up, and I realized it was a foldable cane. Folded up, it was a cane; unfolded, it became a little stool with armrests.
For a moment, I felt dazed. That father who used to take two or three steps at a time up the stairs was finally gone forever.
I took out the private savings I had painstakingly scraped together and forced some into the old man's hands, watching him lean on his cane and ride away.
My youth would someday be gone forever too, wouldn't it...
Better cherish my youthful days and make the most of my time writing, while I was still young and blooming like a flower...
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