When we get to know each other and grow old together happily and silently, and then watch the other half leave, and I am left alone in an empty room to remember silently, will the past overwhelm me? Still raised the two wine glasses in his hand to touch each other, the crisp voice made everything seem like yesterday.
If you are old enough to have only memories left, how will you face it? This small film uses a tone that can no longer be plain, and uses all kinds of warmth and details to tell the separation of life and death in an unconventional way. It reminds me of the old man in Flying House, Qian Zhongshu's wife Yang Jiang, and my lonely grandma who lost her husband for many years.
In Flying House Travels, in order to protect the hut from being demolished, the old man let the balloon uproot the house. The hut is a love nest built by the old man and the old lady, how can it be destroyed? The old man has a goal in his heart. He wants to fulfill his unrealized dream with the old lady and take her to Paradise Falls, so his adventures are rich and colorful, and the little kid who killed him in the middle also makes him look so lonely without being alone.
Speaking of Yang Jiang, after seeing her "We Three", I really admire this old lady who turned 100 years old last year. She is what Qian Zhongshu calls a good wife with both talent and gentleness. The easy part, the more difficult part, is that after seeing the death of her husband and daughter, after she was extremely sad, she chose to stay in the old house silently and do studies every day. It was as if Lao Qian was still with her, occasionally giving her advice, of course, only she could see it.
Unlike Yang Jiang, my grandmother is an authentic rural woman. She can't sing poems and praises, and she can't be romantic. Therefore, her and my grandfather's memories should be trivial and trivial. It should be that the harvest this month was not good. My children I want to remember the pain of being hungry again. After my grandfather left, the earthen house in my hometown was torn down. My grandmother never showed extreme sadness, nor did she ever say that she would keep the old house. It is happiness to follow the children and wait for the children and grandchildren to fill the house. Even if I miss you often, I have no spare time to be sad. Yes, my grandma is better than them, because the children are all good, and she has more to worry about.
If I am old enough to have only memories, I will write them down and put them away. Then he smiled and stroked the white and tender face of my newborn grandson with wrinkled hands.
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