Looking at the diary in the diary, my father is getting older, and time is passing by. Only the bits and pieces of life are written in my father's diary.
Lens changes, like going back in time.
Beside the bed in the old house, the young father sat there, holding his sleeping daughter in his arms.
The singing started!
“In 1984, the crops were not yet harvested;”
"My daughter is lying in my arms, sleeping so sweetly."
The young father in the picture looks at his daughter who is sleeping soundly, with a doting smile on his face.
The mother on the side pointed to the sewing machine in the room and said something.
“I don’t have time to watch the outdoor movie tonight.
My wife reminded me to repair the pedal of my sewing machine. "
The young father opened the drawer and found a few meager banknotes. He counted them, looked at his daughter who was sleeping sweetly on the bed, and sighed.
"I'm going to my neighbor's house tomorrow to borrow some more money. The child has been crying all day and clamoring for cookies..."
Father walked out of the house and squatted by the pond.
"The blue polyester top, the pain pierces my heart.
Squatting on the edge of the pond, I punched myself twice. "
The camera turned around, and the handwriting on the old and mottled diary was still clear.
The words written on it were sung by the song, and the memory of my father was sung.
"This is the text in my father's diary.
This is the prose poem left behind by his youth. "
The daughter's tears fell like raindrops, and memory and reality suddenly intertwined. For a moment, the daughter could not tell which one was the old man with gray hair and slow movements, or the man who carried dozens of kilograms of luggage to send her to school. What my father really looks like.
If time were slower, I might be able to catch the slightest traces of my father's aging.
How could this not make her burst into tears? Time was hidden between father and daughter, one was forced to age and the other was forced to grow.
"Decades later, I watched it and couldn't stop crying!"
"But my father is already as old as a shadow."
She looked up at the photo frame on the table. Inside was a photo of her father and mother with her. Her father was so young at that time, but now his face is covered with wrinkles, and even because of this sudden illness, he was so young. Father......
The daughter picked up the photo and touched the family portrait on it.
"In 1994, the crops had already been harvested."
"My old mother passed away last year."
The camera returns to the diary.
On that yellowed page, there were only those few words on the full page. But on this page, even the few words had become dull. They were soaked with tears and then dried up. tears.
The spreading handwriting on Namo Lake is the mark left by my father when he was most sad and sad.
New tears fell, covering the dried tears.
“My daughter ran into the campus with her hair in a ponytail.
But recently, she has been a little lonely and lost a lot of weight..."
Every bit of the subsequent diary, it seems that there is only my daughter in the whole world.
“Think about the future, I will become a pile of old paper money when I am old;
My daughter at that time will definitely be stunningly beautiful! "
The daughter could no longer bear it and covered her mouth, sobbing silently.
The diary wrote: "In this life, if you have care, you will not be free, and if you don't have care, it will be boring. Before the birth of my little life, I never knew the burden of family, nor the happiness of care.
From the first day of becoming a father, the sweetness of fear began. The first time she learned to walk, she fell and cried until her face was dirty; the first time she came home after school, she was depressed; the first time she brought her boyfriend home, she told me that she would live with him in the future... "
“There is a man who loves her and wants to marry her home.
But thinking about this, I couldn't bear to look at her. "
The camera follows the daughter's thoughts and the father's diary.
"Crack!"
The sound of festive firecrackers rang out, and the daughter at that time was indeed stunningly beautiful in her wedding dress.
There were tears in her eyes, reluctant to leave.
But with a smile on his face, the old father wrote the congratulatory message "We will always be united" to his daughter with his own hands and handed it to her with a smile.
The groom arrived, and he solemnly put his daughter's hand into the groom's hand, with a happy smile on his face.
The daughter turned back three times, but the father just waved his hand.
His daughter was reluctant to let go, but how could he be willing to let her go?
Until he saw the wedding car drive out of the courtyard and couldn't see it. He turned around and the figure became rugged for the first time. He reached out and secretly wiped the corners of his eyes.
But the more I wiped it away, the more tears overflowed disobediently.
He picked up an old photo of his wife and told her that her daughter was married and her son-in-law was very good, and he believed that he would also love his daughter very much.
Let your wife feel at ease.
But how can he feel at ease?
The camera turned back and the daughter slowly closed the diary.
"This is my father, the words in the diary
This is his life, stay
The remaining prose poems..."
The daughter returned to the hospital with her diary.
My father had woken up, but he was seriously ill and unable to speak.
Seeing his daughter's eyes red, he seemed a little anxious.
The daughter came over, sat next to her father, and took out the old diary.
“Decades later, I watched with tears streaming down my face;
But my father is as old as an old newspaper, an old newspaper;
The story above is a lifetime! "
At this moment, what the daughter is reading is not her father's diary or the prose poems written by her father. Instead, she seems to be able to see from the age spots on her father's face and the white hair on his head, the mountains buried in between. of fatherly love.
The story here is my father’s life.
The diary is filled with memories related to her daughter.
The daughter's hand was placed in her father's hand and she held it tightly, just like his father held her hand back then!
Chu Xixi, who was in front of the screen, had already burst into tears. She leaned in her husband's arms and cried until she was paralyzed.
Every sentence and every word in the prose poems written by my father has traces of my daughter.
The prose poems written by my father are full of simple life scenes, but they are more likely to evoke the childhood memories of people who came from that era, such as the outdoor movies in the square, my mother's sewing machine, my father's polyester cardigan, and the things in the canteen. Sweet biscuits are all about childhood.
At that time, we still couldn’t understand the burden of life on our parents. We just enjoyed the excitement of crowding together to watch outdoor movies, and longed for the candies, sour plum powder, and biscuits in the canteen. We didn’t notice the occasional frowns on our parents’ faces. And let out a sigh or two.
In this song, the embarrassment of a father who wants to fulfill his child's little wish but is unable to do so, and the deep fatherly love under the pressure of making a living, are eloquently expressed, pulling a soft string in people's hearts, and they can't help but feel sad. From my parents at that time.
Time flies, and the father has experienced separation and death, the sadness caused by the death of his old mother, and the confusion of thinking that his daughter will get married one day. He is surrounded by complex emotions, and the hope for a better future life for his child is what is in his heart.
He still has the responsibility to connect the past and the future. He still has to continue to write ordinary stories and the ordinary love between father and daughter in the trivial life.
Time flies, and one day, the old father will no longer be the backbone of the times. He will be as old as an old newspaper. This old newspaper has no grandeur and only records ordinary joys and sorrows. But no matter what, love will carry on the past, continue over and over again, and remain eternal.
And this scene is not only shown in the short film or the song, but also in this world and in the years, endlessly.
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