Something came to my mind when Gabriel's father tore up the posters in his son's room and smashed all his beloved music in a fit of rage. My brother loves to read villains, and he was very fond of martial arts novels when he was in junior high school. According to my mother, he didn’t listen to lectures in class. No business, that's my mom's wording. I don't know how many times I have been confiscated, caught by teachers, and scolded by parents. The most serious one was when my family made dumplings one day and waited for my brother to come back from school to eat, but he was late. Like Gabriel, he didn't catch up. It's nothing, just put the dumplings in the pot and heat it up, you can eat it when you come back. But he didn't come back after three rounds of heat, and the dumplings were so dry that they smelled disgusting, but suddenly I heard my mother angrily grab my brother and rush in, holding a thick green-skinned cumshot in her hand. The Legend of the Condor Heroes, then dragged my brother straight to the kitchen and stuffed the novel into the fire in front of him. More than ten years ago, when we used an earthen stove at home, the fire under the cauldron was smouldering when it was kept warm, and the book was not ignited immediately when it was put in. But my mom was so angry that day, so she took the iron rod and stoked the fire, and then put a lot of effort into the book, trying to make it ignite as quickly as possible. You’re still training my brother while you’re in the fork, next time you dare to watch these things secretly, all your idle books will end like this! It was a scene that was so clear in my mind that it was never forgotten or blurred. I also remember that the book was so thick that the temperature in the nipple was not strong enough to burn it completely. When we rescued the book, the top half was still green but the bottom half was all soft gray. And that book was borrowed from my cousin, so my mother burned it. I never know what my brother thinks. Twelve or thirteen years old, he wore thick glasses and silently stood by the stove, unable to do anything. Seeing the things you love being destroyed in front of your eyes and being helpless, is it heartache and speechless? And now, when I go back to that scene and look at it, it's the same feeling that Gabriel's mother regrets not being able to keep her child. I sometimes wish I was a sister and could say something in that scene to protect that book and admit what a cruel thing my mom did. Maybe it's unfair for me to say that, aren't parents all for their children? But do parents think about fairness when they do these things? Didn't Gabriel's father have to want the child to like him but couldn't accept the child's like? Study hard and make progress every day, don't fight and smoke Drink and be a jerk, and don't think of any hobbies, pleasures, or ideas other than your textbooks that might distract you from studying, not at all. The idea of parents is very simple but very domineering. After finishing education, they must "marry a sweet wife, start a family, and have a decent job". Exactly what Gabriel's father said. Be sure to listen to us, because you little boy you know shit. In their eyes, all kinds of unscrupulous work are summed up, which are all stumbling blocks that prevent your life from being brilliant. As long as it affects your studies, novels, basketball, radio... all need to be kicked far away and must not be touched. Later, my brother fell in love with basketball, the kind that would like to die in basketball. He smashed many pairs of glasses, piled up a room of magazines, and rushed out to play ball whenever he had time. Of course, they say, it affects learning again. I don't know about the conflict after that. I only know that if the people close to you don't support what you love to do, how much of a sense of achievement you will have how much of a sense of frustration. What a person wants, to please others or himself, can never go hand in hand. If everyone only has short-term memory like the hero, can the damage and sting be minimized? Brainless days go by quickly, like those little details described in the movie, such as Henry listening to his son ecstatically describe Bob Dylan's Desolation That tear that Road and everything that happened at that point in time couldn't help shedding tears came to light as he tried to listen to his son's inner voice. When he was willing to respect his son's path and thank him for explaining all this to him, the son asked back, "Thank you for what?" At this point, all the bitterness and remorse came up, because Gabriel didn't remember the conversation. Forgetting is the biggest killer, what hurts, regrets, joy and excitement all pale. And when Celia came to say goodbye, Gabriel said: "I don't know if I still remember that I met you, but I will definitely be very happy when we first met." Even he met his ex-girlfriend after 20 years, There was nothing but heartache in every frame as Tamara explained to him with tears in her eyes for the second time in minutes about her family in the photo. Is it forgotten that all suffering can be removed? Have you forgotten that you dare to have a constant honesty about your only passion? Have you forgotten to find a moment of warmth in those fragments of memory? But the whole movie is about finding lost memories, restoring the surviving kinship with the efforts of the old man, and he succeeded. How can I forget the hardships that come 20 years later. I dare not say that if I hadn't burnt books, hadn't stopped my brother from playing basketball, he would have become a good writer or athlete or something. I'm not condemning my parents, I just think that if things could be turned into encouragement at the time, it might be possible now. Not long periods of relative silence on the phone. I just envy Gabriel's father's understanding and love in the limited memory capacity after brain tumor surgery. I just hope that in the future we ourselves will not become stubborn and dogmatic "passengers". I also hope that my brother can still write articles like crazy, play basketball like crazy, like crazy to do what he wants to do. When the father and son were dressed in colorful clothes and sang "I will be fine. I will get by. I will survive.", I suddenly realized that we are all survivors. After all, we have not given up communication.
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