What makes society not know how to respect love; what makes people forget tolerance; what makes a person give up everything...
The white-haired old man sat alone on the bench. The setting sun lingered on the gentle and clean temperament of the old man and refused to recede. The fiery red sky slowly became dim and black as the earth rotated. When the stars shone because of the sunset, the old man stood up tremblingly. Due to long-term sitting, the pain below the waist was severe, but the old man still leaned on a branch and walked slowly towards the door of the nursing home not far away.
'Uncle Bai, are you going to watch the sunset again? ! ' A young man happened to come out of the nursing home and quickly stepped forward to help the old man move forward.
The old man smiled gently and nodded.
The setting sun was the only thing in the world that made him feel very close to that person.