Recalling that the first time I saw this small film was in the freshman "Applied Writing" class.
When the class was over, the teacher played this video. I sat in the corner of the classroom and suppressed my majestic tears, but I could feel my heart squeezed together and drowned in tears.
I looked at my classmates around, they were talking and laughing, but there was no response.
I think, this kind of pain of being separated from others, this kind of heart-wrenching pain, maybe only I understand the more than 40 people here.
The whole tone of the film is grayish yellow, like in a dream, trance, trance.
Dad and little girl are riding a bike and walking on a flat road.
A child who is only half his father's height, a very tall father.
She is still young, and he is not old.
Every time I see this, I think that this day may be just one of the ordinary days for children. Cycling with Dad, taking a walk, enjoying the shade in the shade. Same as in the past.
So what about the father? How much effort did it take to make such a decision? Is the father's mood at this time tragic? Still reluctant, or something else?
I don't know, I only know that this day, for my daughter's life, is hard to remember and regrettable.
【First time climbing】
It can be seen that the slope is relatively gentle, so my daughter is not very difficult. After the father caught up, the daughter also easily climbed the slope.
Arrived at the destination, the daughter ran happily. The father moved slowly and hugged his daughter.
Dad left.
Only the daughter is alone.
Dad arrived at the shore, turned around, and was reluctant to bear his daughter.
The father returned to the shore and hugged his daughter again.
The daughter knows nothing, the father knows everything.
This time it was really alone.
Music has also changed.
It's still the tree that I passed by before, but the people under the tree are no longer father and daughter.
Dad rocked the boat and went far away.
I wish it was just a distance away, and there are still thoughts of coming back. I am afraid that I will never come back.
I think of the most cruel sentence I think: the person who has passed away has passed away, but the person who is alive still has to live.
The little girl ran back and forth and changed positions. Is she calling for dad?
Life still has to go on.
Cycling home alone.
【Second climb】
It is very difficult for a little girl to climb a hill by herself.
Went to the embankment where Dad left, and waited for him to come back.
There was nothing to wait, only to go back alone.
The girl has grown up and is still riding a bike.
Riding against the wind, even on flat roads, without a father, every step is tough.
【The third climb】
It's so hard.
Life is too hard.
When I was crying for this film, I was probably in the stage of girl climbing.
We arrived at the embankment where we parted from my father again.
Looking at the embankment, there is nothing to wait for.
Perhaps, at this time, the girl accepted the fact that her father was no longer there.
The dead are gone, but the living still live.
Recognizing the reality, riding the wind, it seems that riding a bicycle is no longer so difficult.
The girl has grown up a lot.
Riding a bicycle is no longer so difficult, and can even surpass the woman next to him.
Sometimes, growing up may really be a weapon.
At least let yourself learn to accept it, and then move forward.
However, no matter how many years have passed, it is still unforgettable.
Still waiting.
Still disappointed.
The music is more cheerful.
The girl is no longer alone and has her own friends.
The road to ride together is smooth.
【The fourth climb】
Even with a slope, it's easy to get there with friends.
But the girl is still at the end.
Some pain, even if the surface is nothing, but the pain is still there after all.
I might be at this stage right now.
This time, at the call of a friend, the girl did not stay at the river bank for too long.
Life seems to be getting better, the girl has her own beloved.
This time it's no longer a one-man ride.
In the boy's back seat, all the way was smooth.
Having a family and children of your own is a relief from the past, right?
Can you be relieved?
You can bring the children to this riverbank, and you can tell the stories of your grandfather to the children.
But still can't let go.
Even if the girl reaches her father's age, she will never forget the parting at that time.
Still alone, waiting at the embankment.
When people get old, they still don't forget.
But now, there is no need to climb the road.
The vicissitudes of life.
The sea where my father left has dried up.
The little girl became an old lady.
All my life, without my father, I have come here like this.
This time, the girl seemed to understand.
It turned out that my father did not go to the other side of the sea, but to a distant place that would never come back.
The girl is getting old.
Still, I can't forget you.
The bike fell down, got up, fell down, got up again.
In the end, the girl finally gave up.
What seems to be an ordinary day can also become extraordinary.
I found the boat my father left.
The girl lay on the boat, probably thinking about her father, right?
Where did he go? Why haven't you come back? Why leave?
I miss you so much.
As if nothing has changed.
It seems like everything has changed.
A person's life is spent in waiting.
The girl heard a different movement.
She got up to look.
Her steps became lighter and lighter, and she went back to the past, back to her childhood.
Yes, Dad.
She hugged her father, and her father hugged her.
Their shadows overlapped.
The movie ends here.
I burst into tears.
They don't understand, only I understand.
[Written at the end]
I haven't thought about you wantonly for a long time. When I think of you, I want to cry, I feel that life is so difficult, and I feel pain. Now that I have grown up, I can take care of myself and my mother. Do not worry!
I used to think, I miss you so much, I miss you so much, I can only see you on the day I die.
It seems to be the truth~ But growing up and becoming my weapon, I can already accept the reality. I'll see you when I'm dead! At that time, I will no longer be a crying little girl because of your departure. I will show you a healthier and better me, a responsible, active and brave me. Will our meeting be more meaningful?
Until then, let me touch your big belly again, Dad~
For the first time trying to write this kind of subject, to you, my dad.
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