I think in some ways this also shows that this father-son relationship is totally different from the one that's ingrained in my head, and of course, Stephen never called Dad a word from start to finish. The main reason for misleading me.
A lot of people talk about Stephen, so I won't feel sorry for him, so I'll talk about some external things.
There is such a line in "Two Dads": Dad is a mountain, and landslides will rip earth and rock.
The first impression of the word father is always the kind of solidity with mountains to rely on. Of course, the image of "father" in literary works is always round, strong and fragile, ordinary and great.
He is strong because this man is the father of a child, and vulnerable because he was also a child who was carefully cared for by a father. He can be strong for his children, and he hopes to be as fragile as the children he used to be.
Many fathers choose to support themselves silently when they are suffering a huge blow, but like Hawking's mother, she knows that her husband is facing the kind of pain that is almost crushing, and the fragility of fathers is also easy to be approached. people feel.
Dr. Hawking faced it fairly calmly when he learned that there was no cure for his son's illness, tears were useless, I think he understood.
People always start to repent when they finally face the fear of "loss". Hawking's father regrets that he has not done anything for his son. Hawking's mother said that before that, you must not fall. Mom hugged Dad tightly, trying to grab the only straw in the floating and restless ocean of life. The two people caught in the flood wave grabbed each other, but they couldn't see the way forward.
We have all written about our fathers in our compositions.
In elementary school, we wrote about our father's strength and bravery; in
high school, we wrote about his father's willingness to be humble and humble for us.
In elementary school, we wrote that our father bleed for us;
In high school, we wrote that our father shed tears for us.
In fact, my father has not changed, but our mood has changed.
Our maturity puts all the realities in front of our eyes, the brilliance and the ugliness, and the strength and fragility.
The great grief seemed to devour the family.
Lying on the examination room table, Stephen was terrified, and the close-up of his facial expressions could clearly make you feel that at this time Stephen was like a wandering star in the universe, not knowing where to go.
The cells in his body will age and die, and even the respiratory cells will not escape bad luck in the end. He held his breath and constantly tested his tolerance, as if he wanted to see that when the respiratory cells died and the scythe of death swung towards him, he could How long do you struggle in the face of fate.
How long can one struggle?
Thinking about this overly obvious problem, the sadness that the movie "Hawking" did not deliberately set off flooded the sky.
Brain, intact.
Only this sentence is all Stephen's motivation to keep him going. When a person is taken away too much, he can easily be bought by the mercy of fate.
You see, the brain, intact, can be a person's greatest solace in life's journey.
In the face of fate, people are so fucking ridiculous.
Stephen doesn't want to give up his right to pursue love. In this respect, it is much more novel than the domestic routine of sacrificing one's own happiness for the other party. I have no right to compare who is right and who is wrong between these two approaches. I just hope not to make concessions. I regret things for a lifetime.
People can be "selfish" occasionally.
The doctor's verdict seemed to write the ending, like God slapped Stephen hard before telling him to accept it.
Hawking's father felt powerless. When he learned that his son might only have two years to live, he asked Stephen's mentor to give Hawking a simple project, so that he could complete it within two years.
How heavy this request is, it is estimated that only the parties concerned can know, and we outsiders can only speculate on our own, without knowing the joy or sorrow.
Dad is a mountain, and landslides can also rip earth and rock.
I think we can already feel something.
(If there are mistakes, please correct me, and forgive my incoherence.)
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