All the people cheered like that, as if this was not an end, but a return of glory, or, returning home, a passing.
Father folded his arms across his chest, as solemn as baptism. When it got into the water, it turned into the legendary big fish, and it didn't turn its head back and swam into the distance. At the funeral, those legendary characters appeared one by one, twin sisters, circus bosses, giant friends... In fact, sometimes reality and stories are really not that far away.
Why sometimes, we can't meditate and listen reverently to the old father, telling a legend a thousand times. Why can't we just forgive those loved ones who tell their own heroic stories with a little childish exaggeration when the brilliance fades away. Why do we keep breaking those dreams that can no longer be returned, and let those we love, and those who love us, fall solidly into an ordinary life that is gone forever.
Shortly after watching this film, I left my parents and went to the South to start my college life. In the few days before I left, my mother and I went to swim in the indoor swimming pool at home. Two men with good water skills showed off their skills in the swimming pool. My mother looked at them with sparkling eyelashes and said to me, in fact, your father's movements are even more standard than theirs, like a fish.
It turns out that every father is a big fish.
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