Seeing that grandparents sent a family of three to wait for the train at the station and began to tears, grandma looked around and saw the car coming from a distance, and said to think about what else to say. The action was a lot rushed, and she felt unwilling to give up. Pretending to be relaxed and restrained. I started shaking hands with the little boy and daughter-in-law separately, and asked them to visit again. When I finally shook hands with his son, the son dodged awkwardly. In the camera, the bus drove over to block this scene. It is not known whether he held it or not. After getting on the bus, grandma's sight followed them until the bus left exhaust, grandma still waved her hand. Grandma hopes that her son will be patient and gentle in living with her, but she has to let them go because they have to live their own lives, because life is always on the move.
I remember that my former grandma lived very close to my grandfather's house, so I can go very often. But my grandparents’ home is in the suburbs, so they stay for a while during the winter and summer vacations every year. When I grow up, I will only go back on New Year's Day, and the time will not be longer than an afternoon. Every time they left, grandparents would hurriedly take out the bags and fill up their pickled sweet garlic, peppers, cucumbers, and salted duck eggs, insisting on letting us take them back, for fear that we would turn around and leave. Although they always advise not to do it when they are old and not in good health, but from their perspective, they have long been accustomed to taking their children as their focus for decades. "Even if the children are not around, at least they will feel comfortable eating these small pickles, at least they will say a few words to us." Perhaps when preparing these insignificant small pickles, they thought softly and happily.
They will always send it out when they leave from grandma's house, no matter if it rains or snows in winter or summer. They stood on the side of the road and watched silently, sometimes staggering slowly behind the car until the car drove out of sight. Adults always roll down their car windows and wave their hands and say, "Go home." I also always learn to say: "Go back soon", and my grandparents just agreed "umh" and didn't move. When I was young, I always felt that the phrase "go back soon" was just a polite. It wasn't until after I grew up that every time I left home and looked at my parents who were lingering outside the security gate at the airport, I didn't realize how many helpless children might be hidden by the phrase "go back". But what can you do, life is always on the move.
Later, my grandparents were in poor health and moved back to the city. Now I live with my uncle, and the distance from my house has become more than ten minutes' walk. It's much more convenient to live closer, and I just have to take a walk after tea and dinner. Every time I go, my grandmother is still the same as before, hurriedly and staggeringly looking for fruit for me to eat, grandma always asks me to take it home. It's always happier to see children for the elderly, but now my grandmother is the only one who sent me out. Grandpa finally got tired and stopped in this non-stop life. At the end of the movie, after his grandfather passed away, Ryohei took his grandmother and hoped that the granddaughter born by their husband and wife would come back to worship, and also drove in the small white cart that grandma wanted him to take to shopping. But Ryohei never had such a chance again, and my tears collapsed at this moment. The cruel thing about time is that it never slows down for anyone, and life is always reincarnation. You are always walking on the road in life, why do you always take a beat?
A few days ago, I saw an old friend sharing Wilde's famous saying in the circle of friends: "Children love their parents at first, and when they are older, they judge their parents; then sometimes, they forgive their parents." He said that children are really difficult, and so are parents. I felt sad after reading it, but I had to accept it. When we were young, our parents had longer feet and hands. We always chased our parents. When we were older, we became our parents chasing us. We left them more of a back view. Reality is helpless and cruel, time will not stand still, but in life, we can only walk nonstop, believe and firm.
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