I met them in the morning exercise in the park. At that time, I had just recovered from a serious illness and just returned from Changsha, and my body was still very weak. You can only walk slowly around the shopping malls in the park.

Deep in the forest, I see the weakness of my life more and more. How well the peach blossoms by the lake bloom. I dare not look closely. I'm afraid I'll be more lonely inside.

At first, they approached me and talked to me. Probably looks unfamiliar to me. Maybe it's because I'm young and a little curious that I'm sick.

Later, when I knew them better, they followed me. Maybe it's because I'm too fragile, and I secretly worry that I will be blown down by the wind.

Sister Huang is tall and well dressed. A black hair hanging over his head, a simple but elegant sheep, with black trousers. Classic and beautiful, he must be a lovely person when he was young.

Women who often walk in the park envy Huang Jie's skin. Although it is not as soft as a finger can be broken, it maintains the unusual moisture and elasticity of her age. I asked her: There must be some beautiful secret. She replied: Sister Ziyi, eat more cucumbers and vegetables. Be happy in your heart.

The whole person, from head to toe, is refreshing. Her ability and experience are hidden in her calmness and convenience.

Sister Tan belongs to the kind and honest type. She speaks and walks gently. I am naturally fond of gentle people, so I was very kind to Tan Jie when we first met.

She likes talking about housework. For example, getting up early in the morning to cook porridge for my wife with a bad stomach, bathing and dressing my little grandson, etc., she said it in detail, and I listened patiently. Some women talk about housework with helplessness, indignation and even a little bitter taste. Sister Tan is quiet, soft and warm. I often think that Sister Tan is a superior person in the secular world. The beauty of Tan Jie's arrangement of her life lies in making her life easier.

From the outside, they don't look like people in their fifties. They all have diabetes, but they are not like patients. In good condition. None of them retired from a good company, and their retirement salary was not high.

They told me the story of dried fish coming back to life. Originally, the so-called dried fish refers to people who are terminally ill and sentenced to death by doctors, or people who have just recovered their lives from the strict master. There are people in the park every day: those who can't walk steadily, those who are in wheelchairs, and those who are holding trees by the roadside to catch their breath.

Sister Huang and sister Tan, who have been exercising in this park all the year round, have witnessed the miracle of many dried fish coming back to life. An old woman, who needed help to hobble when she first came, has now lost her crutches and can walk like a fly in circles on the boulevard; An old man, who can only be carried a few steps from his wheelchair by his family, now has a straight back and looks healthier and younger than his peers. An old lady, who had eight operations all over her body, is now over 70 years old. She insists on walking in the park every morning and evening, and she is still healthy and strong.

Also introduced some health knowledge to me. High five can cure all diseases. Drinking mung bean soup can clear liver, protect liver and improve eyesight, especially for myopia. Soaking feet with safflower water can relax muscles and improve sleep.

Most importantly, they repeatedly stressed that life lies in exercise. As long as you keep exercising, life will work miracles.

I suddenly realized, and then my heart stopped. I thought women in this era were plain, guarding their own lives, taking care of their wives and children, caring about daily necessities and watching soap operas. As everyone knows, they are also health experts and health care doctors for all family members. I am in awe of their attitude towards life.

They stayed with me for a long time in the morning. Cheer me up. We had a good time. In front of them, I am as pious as a pupil. I can't be disrespectful. I am really ashamed of my loneliness and ignorance, my contempt and disrespect for life.

Then it really got better. However, Sister Huang and Sister Tan haven't been to the park for a long time. I remember they once said that they would move to another place. So far, I don't know their full names. Sometimes when you see a similar figure in the park, you will feel secretly happy. When you get closer, you will find that it is an empty joy.

I often think of them when I tell others stories about dried fish coming back to life.

Sometimes, life is like a lake with sediment at the bottom. People who meet by chance often come to the middle of your lake quietly to help you get rid of floating grass leaves and let you see the clarity of the water again.