Life is like the four seasons. Now I am very old, but when I was young, it was the spring of my life. I was born. I played a lot, and then I went to school. I learned many new things. There were happy days and sorrowful days: some days the Sun shone, and some days it didn't.
At the age of twenty, I had a good job. I was strong and happy. Then I got married and had a child. During those days, I didn't have much time to think. Every day I was busy and worked very hard. And so, I started to get some white hair. The summer of my life passed quickly. Then the days got shorter. Leaves fell from the trees. My child was a university student, and then an engineer. My home was much quieter. I started walking more slowly. One day I stopped working. I had more time. I understood this was my autumn, a beautiful time when the trees changed their colours and gave us delicious fruit. But the days kept getting shorter and colder. Winter has come. I am older and weaker. I know I do not have many days left, but I will enjoy them till the end.
