We, calm and stubborn, meet the narrow road of our own time. But I want to be nostalgic for the sound of the night clock, grandma's thoughts all day long, and run counter to the fashion of young people and the freedom of modern times. But this kind of evening bell is enough to ring our instincts as biological human beings, from amniotic fluid to lace, from the nurse's butt slap to the mother's saying good night. So the blood flowed like this, flowed through countless days and nights, and flowed into the ancestral hall of the big family. Then it flows to the outskirts of many crickets, and flows to the lawn where grandpa tells stories and grandson never tires of sleeping. Flow to the world. Survival of the fittest is probably meeting the narrow road of the times, and then can't sleep in the nostalgic night breeze, recalling the story told by grandpa over and over again. What a contradiction, the fittest can't rely on memories to nostalgia, and can't tolerate the slightest real backwardness!
The movie sheds light like a streamer, flowing slowly. Overflowing, but fall into people's hearts. In the ordinary, you can be sublimated by feelings. Once you enter the border of feelings, you will always be his citizen. No longer think of "refuge in time" but to survive in the movie. So movies are more than just movies. Please be patient, like Woolf said, readers should first be friends of the author and even bow to their knees. Sign an explanatory memo to the author with your own eyes. Wait until you are in the state, after reading the story, and then becoming the author's enemy. If you reach out to the author, maybe he will sound the horn of charge, and attack you with thousands of troops and horses with words under his hand, and you are his prisoner, but you are willing! This movie will give you such a wish!
Grandpa and grandma have family traditions that are almost Chinese. And this is probably what the Americas do not have. It was dragged by the immigration box. It can only be heard and felt in all kinds of ancestry, these same endings with different meanings. And this is also passing away. "He wets the bed." The son was incredible. "Sam, I miss you" grandson understood "can and may". So he also called his son "Sam" and he will pass on forever, like that hard-to-remember surname. Like this sentence of the old grandmother’s "family motto": "Sam, don’t drag a car", "I will never do a car with a woman", "Sell time? Never heard of it!"
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