I often spend a long time alone like this, writing something, lying on the floor and reading my favorite book, sometimes I take out my favorite gadgets to play with, or just watch a movie.
"Life is Beautiful because of You" was finished in this state.
Sometimes watching a movie is just a matter of myself. When I watch a movie, I often enter a state of no one, as if there is only myself, and a certain plot, a certain monologue, or a certain subtle terminal in the movie. Talk directly, and finally find resonance.
"Life is Beautiful because of You" is a film about a teacher's theme.
The leading actor is a very talented composer.
A talented person is always arrogant, self-appreciation is immersed in his own creation, and he is constantly looking for inspiration to make him forget the existence of chai, rice, oil and salt. Perhaps these things are secular to those engaged in art!
But life is not a daily life for the gods and their relatives. There is no need to worry about the trivial things in life and not worry about the mundane affairs. Life is just that, two people, first have a house to live, have food, and have a basic income, and then if possible, can they enjoy the dream of finding themselves...
He is finally going to work, and his position is in the university. Acting as a music teacher.
When I first arrived at school, I felt at a loss for all the routine life.
I don’t know how to get along with my colleagues. I only know how to talk to my established textbooks in class, regardless of whether the students underneath are dozing or doing other things. Occupations are just occupations. The moment the school bell rings, always He was the first to leave school.
There was a lover who loved him wholeheartedly and gave him a lot of comfort during that period.
The contract with the school is for one year. I wait for the days to pass by. I don’t have too many goals. I just bury myself in creation every day, hoping to leave this place as soon as possible.
I forgot that it was because of a specific incident that clashed with the principal for the first time.
All the complaints were said, as if he was relieved.
The principal said that your courses should not be interesting to them, so how can you expect them to have fun too.
In the debriefing performance at the end of the semester, the school’s orchestra was still like a dish of loose sand. He left a student every day to tutor them, especially the girl playing the saxophone, and pointed out her various problems every day.
One day, when he was about to leave, he turned around and saw the girl crying through the window.
I always complain about life, and I always hope that I can get common understanding with others. In turn, did I do it myself.
While reflecting on it, I suddenly discovered that perhaps encouragement is more useful than criticism and condemnation.
The next day, in the same practice class, the girl still stood there in fear, and he suddenly asked:
Which part of your body do you like best?
The girl was surprised, so she answered: Hair, my dad said, when I saw my hair, it was as beautiful as seeing the sunset...
Okay, he said, close your eyes and imagine the beauty of the sunset, wholeheartedly...
So, The tune that I had practiced for a long time was over in one go.
Later, his music class began to talk about rock and roll, country music, and jazz...any topic that students are interested in, he can talk at his fingertips.
Later, he met many students with different types and personalities, but he could always look at these problematic students from another angle.
Later he became a father and had the most precious son.
Until one day, I suddenly discovered that my son was actually deaf from birth.
A person who likes music so much and wants his son to be a musician and composer, his son can't hear any sound.
After the pain, more emphasis was placed on students and teaching.
Escape, escape, you can temporarily forget the pain.
Students grow up gradually, and become talented one by one.
The son grew up, and in the end he just helped people wash the car every day.
I always think that my son doesn't understand anything, doesn't understand music, and won't feel such beautiful things.
Until one day my son broke out: Who said I can't feel it, all I feel is that you always pay more attention to others than to me!
That year, he was a teacher for thirty years.
That year was the last year he left school.
The relationship between father and son finally broke out because of the increasingly fierce contradiction, and it was only because of the outbreak that they were able to re-examine their devotion and love for so many years. Yes. He loves his son, but his son can't feel it.
In a large-scale event, he sang a song to his son with a lame singing and sign language.
For the first time in so many years, I told my son that I love you, love you like a mother.
That year, on the last day, I was about to leave the school and left sadly. The moment I turned around, I found that the auditorium was faintly shining light. I walked over and took a closer look. It turned out that it was a farewell party held by the student for him.
At that moment, I was really moved.
All the students have returned, and all the members of the band have returned.
Perhaps, his music has not been able to change the world.
However, his life attitude and education have changed countless souls.
Standing on the stage, holding the baton, he commanded the last concert...In
life, because of his sustenance, doing what he likes, even if there is no outstanding contribution, because of his hard work, he will continue to the end. One day, I will feel happy too.
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