On the last day of the New Year's Day holiday, under the guise of hurting fingers, I was able to walk in a loose and fat house with peace of mind. On the not-so-cold southern winter afternoon, I stopped and watched "London Family", with tears in my eyes at the end.
Just meeting a good lover is enough luck. The plot is very simple. The author, Raymond Briggs, takes his parents as the prototype, and vividly depicts the life of ordinary young Londoners from acquaintance, love, birth to death. Mother Ethel was a lady's maid. One Monday, she was shaking the dust from the rag downstairs when cleaning the glass. Ernest, a young man passing by, that is, his father, happened to be riding by, thinking that the lady was holding The handkerchief was greeting him, so he took off his hat and said hi. After going back and forth, they fell in love under the catalysis of a beautiful misunderstanding. And this beautiful misunderstanding, the Chinese people call it "Fate". Ernest was a milkman, thrifty, kind and simple; Ethel, as a lady's maid, had a good lady's character, rigorous, elegant and gentle. She didn't think too much of the young guy because he had nothing and was just an ordinary working-class man; he wasn't shaken by Ethel being five years older than him and not being pregnant for two years after marriage. Fortunately, Ethel gave birth to a baby boy as a 35-year-old mother - author Raymond Briggs. During the delivery, the husband was delivering fresh milk to the community. When he learned that his wife was giving birth, the first sentence he rushed upstairs was "Is she okay" instead of "boy or girl". The husband who bought a big house in order to have a large family with many children has only one child in his life because he realizes the pain of his wife giving birth at an advanced age. Even though his wife is much older than him, he still calls her "Little Cutie" eagerly again and again in the turbulent years. There is probably a kind of love: I am obviously an adult, but you treat me like a child.
Although experiencing the turmoil and changes in history, the feelings are enduring, and history moves backward along with Ernest's hairline. Ordinary and warm family dramas are not very rare. What is rare is such a vivid social observation of history: the second industrial revolution, World War II, the Great Depression, the Conservative Party and the Labour Party... Times are changing. Whether it's wiring an electric light to an iron or changing a radio to a TV, whether it's the couple's panic at the first phone ring, or Ernest's milk cart being replaced by an electric one... by my side The person is always you. I suddenly felt the love of my grandparents: I experienced the civil war, participated in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, and even survived the three years of natural disasters and the Great Leap Forward, and finally ushered in the era of peace. Even if the man is keen on current affairs and talks with his wife, even if the wife is old-fashioned and restrained, and often dislikes the inappropriateness of his husband's "swear words", they still stand side by side closely. It is precisely because we have spent difficult years together, seen the evil of human nature, and experienced the pain of war, that we can cherish and accompany them even more in the peaceful years. How can it be so difficult to fall in love, it is to stay together.
If one day I forget everything, but I will not forget how lucky I am in my life. In his twilight years, Ethel suffered from Alzheimer's disease. Don't remember the day of the week, don't remember Christmas, don't remember Ernest. In the incoherent speech, he always murmured "I'm a lucky girl". It really has the effect of instant tears. Such a pair of lovers who were embarrassed when they were young went all the way, giving and receiving each other without any arrogance and prejudice, and became the most important gift from God in their lives. When they were dying, they cleared their lives and only remembered clearly: I I have been loved well in my life, and I have worked hard in my life. What a lucky person I am.
At the end of the film, the son and his wife are standing in their parents' yard. The top of their heads is full of pear blossoms. The pear pits that the son ate when he was a teenager grew into a tall and straight pear tree. It was planted by hand in the year, and now it is like a roof."
I hope that after we see the scenery, we can realize the precious joy of life in the oily body of the water.
Happy New Year!
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