It turned out that my father was so old! With a sore throat, I couldn't help holding my father's hand and sat beside his bed for a while.
Jing Ye and the old father reminded me of a short film "Father and Daughter" I watched two days ago...
In the sound of the Russian-style accordion, the young daughter kissed her father, and then watched him disappear into the sunset in a boat below the horizontal plane. The white bird flew away, and the shadows of the causeway and trees stretched on the way home alone. Dad's bicycle was left under the tree, and what the daughter didn't know was that Dad wouldn't come back.
For a long time after that, she insisted on riding a bicycle to the lake in the evening to wait for her father to return home, despite the wind and rain, although the road without her father was full of hardships and efforts. But Dad's bicycle is still there, and has been parked under the original tree, just like a father has always existed in his daughter's hope.
Years later, my grown-up daughter and her companions passed by the lake on bicycles and could not help but stop and take a look. "Where is my father at this moment? I always don't want to believe that he is no longer alive..." Hearing the call of his companion, the wheels of the restart run over the road with mottled trees and shadows. The light and shadow are intertwined, as if the years are in the light and shadow of time Moving forward, going back and forth. The lake is still the same, the long embankment is still the same, the trees seem to be dense and towering, but my father's bicycle is no longer there. Yes, maybe there is no more hope, maybe that hope has been folded countless times, buried in the deepest part of my heart, and finally, left behind.
So we kept running, fearing that the pain of being discarded would overtake us. Because we do not want to lose, we can no longer hope for it.
I once discussed with a friend what this short film has taught me. I said that every girl, from the moment when there is a problem with the role of "father" in the family, will unconsciously assume some of the responsibilities of a man. Because many things that need to be done by my father now need to be faced by myself, and the problems that need to be faced and solved by myself are so terrifying! So after a long time, it will show a more masculine appearance, or resolute and resolute; or tough and indifferent; or strong and rational, and so on. In fact, the tougher the girl looks, the softer and gentler she is in her heart, and she longs to be cared for... But this is an era of rush, rush and superficiality.
Who cares about the deepest pain in someone else's heart? So when the daughter has a family and children of her own, and the family goes to the lake together, a pair of little children play happily, and the husband is by the side, just like the father back then, loving and happy. The daughter stood under the tree on the high dam, looking at the end of the lake. Old wounds surfaced, and children's laughter trembled in the bleak branches, all of which were wind noises.
Some wounds are left unattended and can only be left to oneself, just as everyone's fate is lonely. This is also one of the most powerful and profound topics in the short film in my opinion.
Later, when the daughter got old, her husband and children were no longer around, and the lake gradually dried up. She came to the lake by herself again, and the bicycle was upside down and picked up, and the bike that could not be picked up was the fate of everything.
The daughter walked down the long embankment and stepped into the barren swamp. The four fields were wormwood as tall as a person, and on the wormwood were long figures and waterfowls that could not get away. At the end of the wormwood, half of the skeleton of the small wooden boat was buried under the sand and the other half was isolated in the air, as if it sank back then. The daughter approached the remains and lightly touched the hull, and immediately withdrew her hand. I am deeply sighed by the handling of this small detail. Sometimes the truth that we have spent our whole life searching for finally appears in front of us; once the guesses are confirmed, the arrival of that moment is often unbelievable! And behind the unbelievable lies a profound unwillingness to be accepted.
"Dad! My daughter has spent her whole life searching, and at this moment I finally found you!" The old and hunched daughter curled up in the cabin of the remains, lying on the sand, with her back against the keel of the sunken ship. As if snuggling in his father's arms. The music was quiet, and I instantly burst into tears. Then, following his daughter's gaze, the father came from the cloud-sprinkled sky and opened his arms...
Running all the way to his father, dragging a long figure to get rid of old age. The sound of the piano sounded like waves, splashing my surging tears...
I once imagined that one day my father would leave me, and every time it was painful!
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