My grandfather is in his early fifties, of medium build, with a pair of wide-brimmed glasses on his tall nose, some wrinkles on his face and a few white hairs on his head. He is always smiling and affable.
Her eyebrows are drooping, and the kind smile in her eyes is like the gentle sunshine in the afternoon, but the wrinkles on her face rise slightly at the corners of her mouth, which seems to be deeper. Under the carving of the meat cleaver of the years, her heart became more and more quiet and clear.
My grandmother is over seventy years old. The head is covered with silver hair, and the lines on the head and eyes are heavy. Grandma's hair naturally curls and looks really beautiful; Kind eyes always smile, and words are crisp and pleasant.
Grandfather is a white-haired old man in his sixties. There is a pair of reading glasses on the high cheekbones, and there is always a kind smile on the wrinkled face. Grandfather has been engaged in repairing shoes since he was a teenager. After years of hard work, his left thumb has been bent and deformed.