Always waiting, waiting for my growth, hoping to know this mysterious world. The encounter with you as a child is an unforgettable memory, but at that time you were so old, despite the innocence and purity of a child. I dare not imagine how you will change in the days to come, whether the next time I come will be the end of your life. However, you are getting younger and younger, more and more wonderful. I may fall in love with you, so I don't want to miss you, even though I am old and you continue to be young. Why do you still want to leave, do you dare not face the old age or I dare not face the growing children. You came back that day, so young and so dazzling, beautiful and short-lived to me. Leaving again, it seems to be a farewell, leaving me alone with the thoughts of you. After many twists and turns, I still found you, where you grew up, where we met, but you are as young as a child. I guard your last years, as a mother, as a lover. Seeing you finally fall asleep on my lap, I feel very peaceful and peaceful.
The circle of life is endless. Time is like flowing water, going and not returning.
A strange clock is completed, a strange person is born, entangled for a lifetime, composing a legend, until the elimination of the strange clock finally ends the life of the strange person. The watchmaker took a boat away, and the strange clock was submerged in the running water. Life and time were mixed with the running water, long and long.
I like that kind of narrative technique. My daughter reads his father's diary, and his father tells his own story. Gradually, the voice overlaps and the picture changes. Almost falling in love with the overlapping voices of her daughter and father, relatives separated in the two lives, and family love that has never met, maintained through a diary, and then showed a legendary life of a strange person. Such a voice traverses life, time, and space, reaching the depths of soul and blood.
I like that picture, slightly yellowed, like an old photo, it is a dusty memory for a long time. The two went around for a long time, and finally had the best memories of each other, but they struggled in the memories for the second half of their lives. Regret it? not necessarily. Loved vigorously, and lived plainly. Such a life cannot be kept together. This kind of love lasts forever.
I vaguely remember the scene on the day of watching the movie, on the first day of the first lunar month, before dinner, alone in front of the notebook, closed the door and concentrated on it for a long time. After watching the film, I wanted to cry but couldn't cry. I was very sad and moved, but I was very pleased. After a winter vacation, I didn't watch any movies again. It seemed that I didn't want to touch the lasting touch, and didn't want to destroy the good memories. Today, half a year later, I finally have the courage to express my emotions and finally have the courage to recall the details of the film.
The precipitation of time is the best proof. One day, in the process of aging, re-examining such a touch of the soul will surely be more emotional and thinking than today.
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