If you are such a man, your wife thinks you are selfish and divorce you, your son is taking drug treatment but is raped by a pedophile tutor, your daughter is sullen when she is laughed at at school because of her obesity, and when your father is diagnosed with cancer at this time There are not many days... Back to yourself, a weather man who is a little tasteless in every sense, a TV weather announcer, always lost his mind because of the jokes and greetings of the public in real life, and because of this, he is walking on the street. There will always be soda cans, apple pie, fried chicken legs that unexpectedly fly to you, in short, some fast food, often making you embarrassed and angry, calm down and you think, why are all these junk food, people would rather Throw it away and don't want to eat it, maybe this is you? You too are a fast food, delicious but useless.
The damn wind blows here and there, and he himself cannot predict the weather. It's just wind.
The whole film is filled with all kinds of small and unworthy helplessness that can be seen everywhere in life, and together it is a wonderful collection of black jokes. in such a mess of life. What can a weather man do?
This man could only be clumsily confronted one by one. In order to make his daughter happy, he took her to learn ballet, archery, and ice skating, but her kind-hearted daughter didn’t necessarily appreciate it. She didn’t like ballet, skating hurt her feet, and archery felt inflexible, not as good as shooting animals. In the end, the tuition fee he couldn't bear to pay was gone, but he himself continued to study with unexpected interest. I wanted to fix it up with my ex-wife, jokingly threw snow balls but smashed my wife’s glasses, took a marriage therapy course, but peeked at the note written by my wife because I was eager to understand the crux of the marriage. The teacher said that in order to cultivate trust, it is best not to read this note , his wife was completely disappointed in him.
At this time, he also encountered the biggest opportunity. "Hello America" invited him for an interview. It was a job of fame and fortune, with an annual salary of one million, and showed his face in front of the national audience. I went to New York for an interview, took my father to check, and brought my daughter to buy clothes to cover up obesity, but I received a call from my wife, and my son smashed his car with the child molester's mentor, and was sued by the mentor.
Fortunately, when he was faced with all this, he was devastated, and he didn't know the direction, so the old father watched him silently from behind and helped him. His father was a well-known writer, wise, quiet, and aristocratic. After being diagnosed with cancer, he did not panic, he was still concerned about his son's life and saw his powerlessness.
The doctor said that the rest of his father's life was counted in months, and relatives and friends held a funeral for him. When it was my son's turn to speak, he just said: I think he was like that Bob Dylan song, like a rolling stone, when the power went out. So his speech came to an end. The call came 40 minutes later, no one remembered him and his speech, and he just stood there wondering what the hell was going on. For his father, he only said this.
One day my father came to him in the car and put him in the car, and my father turned up the music. It was the Bob Dylan song, like a rolling stone. Father was a little anxious and a little helpless, unlike his usual meticulous and calm appearance. He was at a loss for words and asked, what did you mean the other day, I am like this song... oh, my son said, that was just the beginning... the stone is hard... silent and firm. At this time, he told his father that he had got the job of "Hello America", but his ex-wife was going to marry another person. He felt that there was no hope in life. He didn't know whether to go or what to do in the future? My father said that there are no easy things in adult life, and the harder things are, the more meaningful they are. He said that in the eyes of a father, a child will always be a child.
No matter how helpless he is, his father will always support him, and he will always be his father's child.
Then life went on like that. Ex-wife married someone else. He went to New York, no one was throwing junk food with him anymore, he found his place, on the "Hello America" parade float, holding a microphone in front of a giant plastic model. His father died, but he knew he would still be with him. The most important thing is that by practicing archery, he slowly learned to focus and learn to accept those difficult but really necessary things. Although he still hears annoying noises, occasionally thinks wildly, and looks so clumsy and stiff, something has changed completely, and that is probably the most obvious trace left by time.
nobody is perfect. There is also this sentence, there are no easy things in adult life, the more difficult it is, the more meaningful it is. Those who can say such things, I like to call them wise. And we need such a wise man in our life. When you are facing a crisis, he will say a word or two, but it is enough to make you feel relieved and gain the courage and strength after this. In my life, the people who played this role were also them, your father.
Rock solid - Bob Seager
Stood there boldly
Sweatin' in the sun
Felt like a million
Felt like number one (feel like the strongest in the world)
The height of summer
I'd never felt that strong
Like a rock
I was eighteen
Didn't have a care (life is always carefree)
Working for peanuts
Not a dime to spare
I was lean and
Solid everywhere
Like a rock
My hands were steady
My eyes were clear and bright
My walk had purpose
My steps were quick and light
And i held firmly (as long as it is right)
To what i felt was right
Like a rock
I was something to see (I was so strong)
Like a rock
And i stood arrow straight
Unencumbered by the weight
Of all these hustlers and their schemes
I stood proud, i stood tall
High above it all
I still believed in my dreams
Twenty years now
Where'd they go?
Twenty years
I don't know
I sit and I wonder sometimes
Where they've gone
And sometimes late at night
When I'm bathed in the firelight
The moon comes callin' a ghostly white
And I recall
and I recall
Like a rock
Standin' arrow straight
Like a rock
Chargin' from the gate
Like a rock
Carryin' the weight
Like a rock
Like a rock
The sun upon my skin
Like a rock
Hard against the wind
Like a rock
I see myself again
Like a rock
(Oh) Llike a rock
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