An ideal is a beautiful imagination and hope about future things.,The elderly man was over sixty years old, his hair was gray, but he was in good spirits. His stall was set up next to his son's store, not taking up anyone else's space. He had a small table with copper coins and antique jewelry on it. The old man sat behind the table, chatting with people when they came by. When there were no customers, he would occasionally take out his long pipe and take a few puffs. Basically, there weren't many chances to chat, and most of the time he was alone in silence.,"I feel great," Le Yun laughed, her eyes crinkled at the corners. She tucked the small stone into the front pocket of her jeans so she wouldn't lose it.。