The beginning is a lonely old man, guarding in an old house, the mottled walls are covered with old photos with wood borders, he is eating his dinner alone under a dim light, how can this poor grandpa not have How about a kind old grandmother by his side? Maybe he likes someone himself? There are many questions in my mind when I see this.
It rained and the sea was about to drown his isolated house between the seas. He started to build his house, layer by layer. Life is always made up of a few unexpected things that were usually forgotten. His pipe accidentally fell into the sea, so he decided to dive to the bottom of the water to find his pipe. He likes this metaphor very much. As he sneaked in step by step, time was flowing back step by step, and he saw his past, his whole life.
Retreat all the prosperity, in the end, everyone is alone. Thinking about the grandfather's life is also a happy life, he had love, and there was a person who accompanied him throughout his life. Although he entered heaven earlier than him, he did not. Don't worry, he knows that she must be waiting on the other side of the sky.
How happy would it be if someone could meet someone who could patiently stay by your side? In the end, people can't take anything with them, but what can be left, so what is left? The most beautiful thing I want to leave behind is the memory, the false prosperity that crosses everything and really exists in this space.
I think what the author wants to tell us is, live well, slow down, don't worry, don't be sad, everything will pass, what you lose, what you gain, this is life.
In fact, at the end, I saw the old grandfather poured two glasses of wine, and there was an empty seat next to it. It should be reserved for the old grandma, and her eyes were wet. Does such love only exist in fairy tales? Or...
I will silently wait for this answer.
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