One day I start to lavish on pensions; One day I look into the mirror but see wrinkles; One day I enjoy the privilege of sitting longer than normal; One day I become old.

 Old age brings about many changes, physically and mentally. My body now twists in the shape of an “S” and I have to live on crutch. My brain tends to run faster than my legs, yet in fact they are both super slow. I cannot remember where I come from and where am I to go, while in this case I am not trying to be philosophical or sentimental. I just forget things and may one day pick them up as cheerfully as Columbus found the new continent. However, I try hard controlling my arch of mouth when smiling under such cheerful circumstances in case my saliva drips down without listening to the summons of my brain and grace. I hate my appearance, because it betrays either my grace or my brain.

Nevertheless, it sometimes means advantages in profusion of being old. Once you step on any sort of public transportation and pose as a shivering leaf, a warm seat will be ready for you; once you walk in a book shop and stand in front of a shelf, people tend to think you are as knowledgeable as an encyclopedia, even though the label on the shelf says, “cartoon”.

These are all I feel of being an old granny. George Eliot once told me personally, “The uglier we get in the eyes of others, the lovelier we shall be to each other.” I strongly agree with her, because the woman, a few years older than me, was unavoidably wiser; and compared with my sternness in my younger days; I am lovelier now by using humor. But wait, who is George Eliot? Is she my dead sister? I cannot remember.