Still Able to Eat
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After retirement, I always feel more and more fragile. Even when I see or hear some sad scenes, I can't help crying. Why is this so? Recalling that when I joined the army, I was the first in the division in stabbing, I would be a little careless in subsequent training. Many years later, at my farewell party after re-employment, with tears streaming down my face and shouting to the sky, I recited the military camp poem "Bayonets" written by me more than ten years ago. When I recited the last sentence, all the soldiers in the company stood up and recited it loudly with me. After two years of retirement, I gradually found a way to self-regulate and realized what it was like; hearing loss is just another sign of spring, and fading temples are just a sign of beauty.
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