professor of linguistics and psychology at Columbia University, with extraordinary academic achievements, is slowly losing her memory. The career she is passionate about, her happy family, and even her once excellent self are gradually disappearing, blurring, and disappearing. The precious spiritual wealth that he worked hard for in the first half of his life was taken away by Alzheimer's little by little. Only the childhood memories of being on the beach with my sister will still flash back.
In the last scene, after listening to her daughter finish reading, she could only say with difficulty, "That was love".
Two:
A dancer who started dancing in elementary school. Besides dancing, she is also excellent in other subjects. She entered a prestigious university and graduated, but her passion for dancing made her give up her high-paying career to pursue her dream. He got a scholarship to study dance overseas, participated in numerous competitions, and completed works that attracted worldwide attention. After that, she returned to her hometown and taught dance to young people. As she got older, she was gradually unable to complete some movements, so she asked to stop and demonstrate, and explained it herself.
The body of each dancer is clumsy at the beginning, and after countless days and nights of carving, it becomes finally suitable for dancing. But soon the body will slowly return to its original clumsiness with the tiredness and aging.
She said, "Even so, I will keep jumping until I can't move."
Three:
Every time I go home and see my parents and elders, I feel that they are a little older and less original. Some are capable. Although no one in the family suffers from Alzheimer's disease, it can still be clearly felt that the elderly people's movements are becoming more and more inconvenient and their memories are beginning to be confused. The once dignified parents also became peaceful and kind. I love to communicate with them. I don't know when, I started to sit quietly at home and gradually lost contact with the outside world.
But the grandfather, who was basking in the sun on the balcony, kept telling me repeatedly how lucky he was in his life.
Four: In
one's life, nothing is brought and nothing is taken away. Still Alice, after reading it, I want to reduce some of my own delusions, because what I can have is always fleeting; I want to be nice to the people around me, because at least the moment we share now can be beautiful .
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