Sixty-year-old Ning Ran sat under the wisteria in her small courtyard, her white hair as graceful as a crane. She lay leisurely on a reclining chair, drowsiness washing over her.,Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came up, and the grandson ran over, kneeling on the floor and asking, "Grandma, I'm back. Can you tell me a story",Thinking this way, I slowly closed my eyes and gradually drifted off to sleep.。