Huorili River, Huorili Mountain
by Yanran
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In the eyes of the children, I am old. But I don't believe it. Am I really old? I am only 71 years old. Compared with my grandparents who are in their 90s, I am still younger. I can still chew bones and eat hazelnuts. I haven't lost a single tooth. But this is not as good as Etewo. She is a better hazelnut eater than me. She can eat a bowl of hazelnuts without even frowning. Even though there is a river flowing on her face and she is standing on a hillside, she still looks young at heart. The physique is stronger than mine. She is only 70 years old. We have been together for so many years, and our blood is almost fused together; we look similar to each other. Sometimes you can see my shadow in her, and you can see her in me. We walked together and talked together, without feeling tired. What she often likes to say is that as people get older, being able to eat, sleep and walk is a blessing, and having a companion to walk with them is even more of a blessing.
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