The 81-year-old movie has endless charm. The love between the old man and the old lady, the emotional relationship between father and daughter, the change of Billy's three views, the relationship between man and nature... This film covers too much content.
The following content looks more like a memoir, so read with caution.
I don't have the desire to get married at present, but if I get married in the future, I hope I can be like Hepburn, still a lively and lovely old lady, have a stubborn but gentle and lovely old man who speaks prickly but interesting, and may be well-behaved or naughty Mischievous grandchildren, they have to love nature, I hope my parents are still there, and my children can still have the opportunity to be by their side. My father is a carpenter, and I can teach them to nail a small bench and make a mortise and tenon toy. My father with a tone-deafness likes to sing "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" and likes to play the flute and harmonica. Maybe my little bug will laugh at his grandfather hahahaha. My mother is very versatile and likes to try. My mother has got the skills that women were required to know before, and the food she cooks is even more delicious. When she is not at home, she misses the food she cooks. "The taste is strong in the hometown." Keke, off topic, the little ones can go with their mothers to pick wild vegetables, pick strawberries, learn to cook, learn to make coin purses, and learn all kinds of life principles from their mothers. Know how to be generous, help each other...
A few days ago, my mother sent me a small video on WeChat. The land across the road from the house was flattened, the food and vegetables were gone, the hills were flattened, and the pits were filled. The creek may be gone. When I didn’t leave home before, I was envious of people who lived in the city. It was convenient to go anywhere and had a lot of knowledge. I especially hoped that this part of our house could be demolished. Later, I do not want my hometown to be demolished. After watching this movie, I feel that my hometown, my village, where my parents, my sisters, my grandparents, my relatives and neighbors are all are like a golden pond in my heart. Although the outside is brilliant, the golden pond will never fade in my heart.
Urbanization, now it seems like that.
In my childhood, I went to the field with my mother to pick peanuts, sesame seeds, plant watermelons, harvest melons, pick mulberries, pick wild strawberries, beat dates, and break sugarcane... I remember when my mother was working, in order to prevent me from making trouble, I would To catch a frog, use a super strong long vine covered with green leaves to tie the frog's feet, and then I carry the green vine and lead the frog? Take a walk and have fun. It seems a bit cruel now, but it was fun when I was a kid. When I grew up a little, I went to the fields and creeks to fish, look for mussels, and catch loaches. Before, I could get a big face of mussels with a single turn, and raise the soft, fresh and plump meat there with the opening of the mouth. Clam shells will come out, but I didn't eat them, and in a few days I'll dump them in our pond hahahaha. At that time, there were a lot of water chestnuts in our pond, and the sweet and salty ones that were steamed and boiled in summer were really delicious. Now the pond has dried up. When I was seven or eight years old, I started taking my younger brother to fish in the fields. Once my younger brother accidentally stepped in the water and was covered in mud. When my mother saw that she was about to scold me, I ran away by herself. Later, when I had lunch, I didn't dare to go home and my grandfather came to find me hahahaha. At that time, I was not afraid of tanning. When the sun at noon was shining like a fool, I woke up from a nap. I went to the small shop in the village to buy two bags of green tongues, small puddings or crushed ice, seven-color popsicles, etc. and my brother. After eating separately, I woke up first, and then my brother and I used the net that my grandfather made for me to catch Chi. At that time, the noise was so noisy that people couldn't sleep. After hunting for an afternoon, I will go home and bake it at dusk, or let my mother fry it. It is really delicious to cook with a little salt!
Now, with global warming, the summer is getting hotter and hotter, and people are becoming more and more afraid of the dark. Parents don’t allow their children to go wild, and children have nowhere to go. They can only watch TV and surf at home. It’s really boring. How is it that I have experienced the changes of modern childhood? ! I am grateful for having a wild childhood, and for having a wild environment and open-minded, free and relaxed parents. I am now growing up healthy and strong.
I really like the way Billy drives the Purcell recklessly, and goes fishing for "Walter" with his grandfather. Grandma is holding an umbrella on the bow of the boat and elegantly reading a book, smiling and watching her grandfather and grandson go fishing. really happy...
"Old age has something to depend on", not relying on one's own children to survive in old age, but after getting old, one's own heart is still rich, and he can keep pace with the times and play happily with his children and grandchildren. The golden pond is the carrier.
The above is just my personal opinion.
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