Composition topic: I sat on the leaves and traveled to the fairy tale world.

I heard their voices when I clenched their trembling and cold hands, and when the warmth in our bodies passed to them along the clenched hands. It is a heartfelt cry, which may be subtle and imperceptible, but as long as we listen attentively, we will understand the sadness and wishes.

They have entered the twilight of their lives, thick and weather-beaten, and time has carved mountains and rivers on their faces with a carving knife. Some old people will forget everything in life when they get old. They have no mistakes in their youth, no regrets in their twilight years, and no caring family. When they are old, they return to the original with nothing but fatigue and the coming return date. Whether we can see them more, see their emaciated faces, see their hands that can no longer be slapped hard, see their happy times and depressed times, see their hearts, see their twists and turns, see their spring and winter solstice, whether we can listen to them more, listen to their own mouths that are no longer clear, and the touching words they have said, and listen to the world in their mouths, maybe. listen to

Whether they want to drink water or take a walk, don't turn a deaf ear to their cries, but listen to their voices carefully and patiently, because we will grow old eventually.

When we go to see them and chat with them, the faint light in their eyes is the warm sun in this winter. They laughed happily and were set off by the lively wave, but what happened after the excitement? After the activity, we volunteers left one by one, looked back at the corridor and walked deeply into the gate. When can we be knocked again? In one day, between the courtyards, the climate is uneven, the singing platform is warm, the spring is warm, the sleeves inside the door are cold, and the wind and rain are bleak. What I remember best is that I fed an old man waffles. He ate them in his mouth, but he couldn't swallow them. I tried many ways to teach him to sip, and finally I threw it all up in my hands. Older, so more vulnerable. But does anyone remember that when we were young, we grew up like this. Now, however, the time is reversed, and the wave of review pushes them to aging. We just need a little more love and care to send them back to their original places safely.

A volunteer from Fujian with us said that the care workers here are very hard, and they have to get up after five o'clock every day to bring tea and water. I have also asked several nurses, some of whom have to take care of two old people, many even six. While marveling at the hard work of nursing workers, I can't help secretly worrying about the nursing industry. Even if a person tries his best, he may not be perfect. In the hard work day after day, can they still be careful and considerate as always? The current nursing profession is in an embarrassing situation, mediating between caregivers and caregivers' families, between fatigue and reward.

Liang Qichao's "On young chinese" said: The country is strong when the youth is strong. I want to say that under this abnormal situation that excessive pressure and attention are placed above teenagers and the desires of the elderly are ignored, even if teenagers are at the peak, the country may not be prosperous and strong, and the development of a country must be all-round. While urging young people to develop the economy, we should also care for the elderly, prop up the backbone of filial piety and national spirit, and keep the society, the country and even the world healthy and humanistic sustainable development.