Early in the morning, Frank tidying up his little garden, went to the supermarket to buy something for a potluck, and got ready to spend the weekend with the kids. Just waiting for a phone call. Lonely Frank, missing his children, wished to sit at a table with them, but that must have been a long time ago. So Frank decided to go on a tour to see his children. He embarked on his journey with his suitcase in hand, looking forward to every beautiful moment when he saw the children. There is always a gap between imagination and reality. He didn't have the journey he had expected, and the lives of his children weren't as good as his dead wife had said. He was strict with his children, so his dead wife always only told him good news to reassure him. Finally, my father paid attention to everything, but did not pierce it, but chose to leave sadly. Leave a letter to each child. Before he left, he would ask the children, are you happy now. Perhaps, even if the children's lives are not as good as they should be, as long as they are happy. That's what he wished for. He didn't know that the suitcase could be pulled away; he still used an old-fashioned camera; he showed himself in front of his grandson, saying that he played golf very well, and he insisted on taking pictures of his daughter at the door of the company regardless of passers-by; dragging the crunch The creaking box went to the band rehearsal scene, didn't pick it up when going up and down the steps, and let it crackle; He passed through the underground passage and kindly wanted to give a homeless man money to eat, but he was robbed of his wallet, fought back hard, and finally was trampled on a medicine bottle, his life-sustaining medicine; he could only pick up the broken tablets on the ground and put them in his pocket In the end, I poured out the last bit of medicinal dregs from my pocket, then picked out the clothes fibers mixed in it, poured the broken medicinal dregs into my mouth, and licked the powder on my palms; until finally, I chose He never took the plane home. Some of his abrupt behaviors are so sad. I like a scene in the movie, every time Frank sees his children, the first thing they look like when they were children, with innocent smiles and bright eyes. In his eyes, his children have always been just what they looked like when they were young. The communication between them also stopped at that age. The bond between them after that is the mother of the children, his deceased wife. He looked so lonely and lonely. The end of the movie was not so happy. Frank lost the child he was most worried about. Frank was lying in a hospital bed in a coma. He met their child. When they were very young, they finally sat in a Eat before the table. However, they couldn't open their hearts to communicate. When a sudden heavy rain came, the children all ran back to the house to take shelter from the rain, leaving him alone to guard the dining table in the rain. In the ward late at night, a teenage David appeared. He said sorry to his father, and Frank said I was sorry for you. I shouldn't force you to do things you don't like. David said it was okay, you just had high expectations for us. Yes, parents have high expectations for their children. It is not like there is a saying that a child will become a dragon and a daughter will become a phoenix. I always think of a line in "A Good Dad", Dad said that I was his lifeblood, and I said that Dad was my omnipotent man. It's not too classic, but that's how I remember it, I can't forget it. I watched "Love in the City" a few days ago, and it wasn't as good as I thought, but the part of Jacky Cheung's father and daughter was touching. The daughter saw her father pretending to be ice cubes on the way to school, doing sales on the way. But he didn't come forward to say hello, and walked away with his classmates. When I got home, I asked my father how much he earned by working every day. "50 yuan an hour." "Can you give me 30 yuan?" "You want money again! I thought you felt sorry for your father's hard work." The daughter returned to the room angrily, and her father slipped a 20 yuan sheet through the door. and a $10 bill. The next day, there were 20-yuan and 10-yuan bills and a large pile of small-value coins by my father's bed. The daughter left a note and said, "Old Dou, here's 50 yuan, can I buy you a bell? I have a recitation performance at school today, and I really want you to watch it." It is always easy to be moved.
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