Unresting love is in your left atrium and is with you.

Even in March, the weather in the south is still between a whole day of gloom and a short bright. Everything on a cloudy day is sunk in huge shadows, and all the colors are blurred, softened and black-and-white. There are strong winds. Huhu echoed in his ears, with an aggrieved gesture. The streets gradually became empty, pedestrians hurried home, and the vehicles on the viaduct roared and disappeared at the end. Zebra crossings, billboards, phone booths, streetlights, these things all sank and stayed in place to watch the slow decay of the city, before the twilight fully settled. And in such a time period, on the seat by the window, which is full of strong winds in the passage, I slowly write such words. To John Q, to the man who committed suicide with a pistol to his head and had a heart transplant to his failing heart son, father.

Such a father image is not immediately established at the beginning of the film. The technique is like building a castle by the seaside in summer, filling it up slowly with one hand and one hand, with little worry, little happiness, little sadness, and little anger. There's no denying that I love Denzel. From The Bone Collector to Man on Fire to Training Day and He Got Game, watch it one by one, watch his beard stubble, watch him grin. Although my classmates repeatedly expressed the opinion that "his acting is poor", I still love him as always. He is faithful to every character, gangster, bodyguard, father, policeman... tepid, playing every role slowly. When you watch him you think he is not good enough, but after watching you still miss his behavior. Just like the same food, it can be called excellent if it can keep the fragrance on the lips and teeth.

Such love, the love of parents for their children can always mobilize people's emotional taste buds well. I still remember that my father would get up in the middle of the night, and after smoking dry cigarettes on the balcony, he would go in to help me check the quilt and mosquito nets after passing by my room; With tiny water droplets. When they are all magnified by the camera, the sense of strength will instantly swallow up all your reluctance, your little stubbornness, your little rebellion, and just cry like a child again.

And I still remember my parents crying out loud in that bleak evening at my grandmother's funeral.
You can never forget these loves. They are the tiny blood vessels in your weakening heart, delivering nutrients that never stop.

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