Maybe I am old, so I feel helpless and afraid of the future, because the cancer rate I cry about is increasing day by day. On average, 7 people are diagnosed with cancer and 4 people die of cancer every minute. This fear in front of big data is rough enough to beat every post-90s generation, because the oldest post-90s generation has entered its third year, which means it is about to enter the ranks of greasy middle-aged.

At this time, you can't go to disco again. The previous discos may be filled with pungent perfume. Now you may only ask about the taste of Wantong bone paste. Therefore, the collocation of thermos cup and medlar is very common. People, no matter how old they live, cherish life.

An 80-year-old man opens his eyes every morning and the first thing he says is that he is not dead, but he has earned it again. He is still young after 90. He doesn't feel that he has earned a day every day he lives, but that he can create another day's value by living one more day.

After all, health is the capital of revolution. They haven't earned enough money to take their relatives to travel where they want to go, to give their children a secure future and to give their parents a secure old-age environment. So there is still a long way to go in the future. Let's start by picking up the thermos.