In fact, watching movies has always been a very personal thing, and I was so moved that it might be for others. For example, when I watched La La Land, I didn’t get wet eyes (the second time I watched Love Moon Patch, I blamed the poor viewing environment for the first time, in fact, I still wiped my snot and tears while watching it), but this animation made me crying in the bedroom. Tonight, my mother called me to tell me that my grandma might not be able to make it through this year. Maybe this is a relief for her. After all, she is only puzzled and uncomfortable in this world. In the play, her mother is old and has Alzheimer's. She doesn't recognize her father, but she cutely says that she is a lucky girl, but she also says that her husband is a male star that her husband likes. This may be the beautification of art, but it really touched me. In comparison, my grandmother is also Alzheimer's, but my grandfather is extremely selfish and indifferent. I don't know how they used to feel, but I know that my grandfather will never put a bowl and chopsticks for my grandma that no one has touched. . I have never liked my grandfather, he is an honest person, but he is selfish and has no emotional intelligence. He learns that superficial engineering. He will not understand whether my grandma wants to eat that dish or not, but seems to love you during family dinners. Like a hard clip for you. I was pessimistic seeing my grandparents like that, so when I saw Ethel and Ernest I had a sense of seeing the light in desperation. Especially since it's a true story. Every detail in the film moved me. The joy of receiving flowers, the bickering of partisan arguments, the excitement of knowing that there are children, the reluctance to see them off, the comfort of touching the head when crying, the faded wallpaper next to the wedding photos... Every bit and every drop brings tears to the eyes. Love, I think I'm fortunate enough to meet a moth to the flame-like devotion. Every day I spend with you must be trivial and warm. I don’t think every daffodil will wither. Years and months, it can also be paved as spectacular as a big fish. So, hey, where are you? I can wait for you, but you must show up.
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