After watching this movie, what touched me the most was the deep fatherly love. Little girls are just like us in childhood, innocent and have infinite vision and expectations for the future. And my father is an almighty magician. From childhood to adulthood, my father always gave us what we wanted unconditionally and met our willful requirements. He's magical, he can conjure my favorite toy when I'm angry. He was there for me when I was sick. My father's hands are very good, and he can always fix my broken toys. In my eyes he has always been an omnipotent magician. But just like the little girl in the play, we will eventually grow up, face life alone, and confront all kinds of setbacks in reality. That's when we realized that there is no magic in the world, and there are no magicians. There is only an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life, a father who silently endured the wind, frost, rain and snow, and resisted the burden of life for me. But one day this magician will leave, but that does not mean that magic will disappear, and we will become new magicians.
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