Last weekend, I took my mother to the cinema to watch the movie "Dad's 102 Years Old" on the recommendation of A Zhe. Throughout the ages, the topic of family filial piety has always stirred the hearts of most people. I don't know if I am too emotional. It was because they were too rational, and my emotions fluctuated a lot during the viewing process, and in the end I even grabbed my nose and tears, but they didn't move the whole time.
"Dad 102" mainly tells the story of the 102-year-old Dad Dutley (a cool old man with a 26-year-old soul and spirit) in order to challenge the Guinness record for the oldest old man, and decided to send his 75-year-old son Babu (Mu Qi Shen Shen is rigid and boring) sent to the nursing home, and wants to stop his father's crazy behavior, his son Babu must complete a series of "transformation tasks" and become the story of a new Babu who has a light in his eyes and loves life. At first, I didn't really have much hope for this movie. The original intention was to use this movie to convey to my mother that no matter what age you are, you should always be enthusiastic about life and new things, and don't rely on your life completely. on others. But after watching the movie, I realized that this truth is not what I told myself.
I don't know when the word "Buddha" became popular in the post-90s circle. What kind of Buddhist youth, Buddhist star chasers, Buddhist students, Buddhist love... At the same time, many 90s including myself The post-zero generation often recites: "When people reach middle age, they have to soak wolfberry in a thermos" and so on. Now it seems that he was really hanged by the 102-year-old Dartley in the film! Although Dutley is said to be 102 years old, he is not convinced by the old age. He looks very gentleman in a fine linen suit, with a strong posture, a sharp mind and a full sense of humor. He played around and had so much energy that one would unconsciously ignore his age. Nowadays, many young people, including me, are living a regular and peaceful life with little color year after year, as if they are living as robots without knowing it. Even pretending to be deep and unable to open his heart, it seems that he has experienced many unfortunate events. Datley said to Babu, "As long as you live, don't die." Living here is by no means the "Buddhist system" we think. To live, it is worth living the best life.
Anyone who has seen the film knows that in fact, Dutley has long known that he has a tumor in his head and that he will die soon. But his attitude and behavior did not make us realize that he lost a trace of enthusiasm for life. Before the film came to an end, Dutley and his son shared their illness. In fact, I had already guessed the plot before that, but I was still crying, for more than a quarter of an hour. It turns out that Datley has worked hard, and everything he has done is to cover up his true face, what to pursue ideals, what to do to live the longest, these are all lies, and he is most worried about his son. "I won't let your son beat my son." This is a sentence Dutley repeatedly mentioned in the film. In fact, he just wanted to make himself a good-hearted, obedient son who completely forgot his ungrateful grandson, and could spend the rest of his life like Enjoy life as happy as yourself, not as a beggar.
I cried because at that moment I really didn't want Dutley to die, like what his son said to his father later when he understood his father's hard conscience: "Can you promise me a request? I don't want you to die." Maybe it was I was too involved in the play, and regarded Datley as my own relatives.
At that moment, I seemed to see the three old people in my family. The old people are all eighty or ninety years old. Although the weather-beaten faces have wrinkles that have been carved by the years, every time I go home to visit them, their faces All with lovely smiles. But as I got older, I saw them less and less. Their backs became more and more crooked, their ears became less and less easy to use, their walking became slower and slower, and their bodies became more and more ill.
Every time my grandmother would use her wrinkled, not smooth hands to hold one of my hands, stroking and greeting me. When I recall this kind of image, I can't face death calmly at all, and even thinking about it makes me unbearable. I'm afraid that one day this image will become my memory, but I know this day will come sooner or later, but I hope it will come slowly...and then...and slowly.
I used to tell myself that when I grow up, I must let the people I care about live the best life, but now I find more and more that love can’t stand the wait. We haven’t grown up yet, but those heroes are getting old. . Maybe happiness is sometimes just the quiet path back home!
Go home and see the old people at home more, love can't stand the wait!
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