Two years ago, because of my obsession with cranford, I started to look for similar British dramas. I have seen a lot of movies, but this is still my favorite. The quiet and leisurely rural scenery, a group of kind and cunning old ladies shining with the wisdom accumulated in life, let me, the typical hero and heroine, who is not handsome and beautiful, disarm and surrender, and put a lot of time and attention on these few. A little old lady with a combined age of several hundred and a face full of folds and wrinkles, and then said to herself silently in her heart, "Young man, you are still too naive". Although there are still seemingly irreconcilable contradictions in the play, conservative and xenophobic villagers and changes brought about by unstoppable advanced technology, the refreshing warmth and fresh and timeless atmosphere have never been far away from this group of conservative and seemingly small towns. Residents have their own way to embrace this change. Chicken soup for the soul, this is a vulgar term that everyone will laugh at when they hear it. However, this drama has made me understand this word that I have always sneered at. It is not a dogmatic brainwashing, but it gives you a peaceful and warm world, allowing you to walk in willingly and feel the cleansing of your soul. The ups and downs of life, the joys and sorrows, to feel the wisdom and tolerance of life.
It is self-evident how comforting this is to a hard-working female doctor of engineering who is brutally exploited by a perverted boss, has less than one day off a week, and often rides a bicycle back to the dormitory at 3 or 4 in the morning. . Today, when I finished writing my doctoral dissertation and was about to graduate, I magically thought of Cranford again, and of those old ladies who were all shining with gossip. And I remembered my dearest grandmother. I made fun of my grandfather for raising flowers, writing calligraphy, playing chess, and playing erhu every day. When my grandmother finished cooking every day, she carried her grandpa behind her back and told her children to hurry up and rub it. A mahjong native from Liba, the grandmother whose sons and daughters do not say that they have achieved success in various careers but is extremely filial, the grandmother who proudly showed me that "I have never been to the hospital for injections in my life", but after the age of 70, because of foot pain After being persuaded by my children countless times, I was forced to go to the hospital to be tortured by a horrific needle tube. And I also remembered the song "Dark and Dark" that I sang from junior high school to my doctorate graduation - "Suddenly looking forward to the quiet rain, it turns out that my grandmother sang to me a long time ago. When it rains, I have to move forward bravely.... I believe that everything will calm down."
Forgive me for thinking that although I am a science student, I am galloping and galloping. Forgive me for using fresh and meaningful to describe the feeling after seeing these old wrinkled old ladies who have been over half a hundred years old. At the end of the writing, I really want to complain about myself, young man, you are still too restless, because of the painful things during the doctoral period of the past few years, you have grown so many white hair and a few wrinkles.
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