Looking at the diary in the diary, my father is getting older, time is passing by, and 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 song starts!
"In 1984, the crops were not harvested yet;"
"My daughter is lying in my arms and 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 was pointing at the sewing machine in the room and saying something.
“I don’t have time to watch the outdoor movie tonight.
My wife reminded me to repair the pedal of the 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..."
My father walked out of the house and squatted by the pond.
"The blue polyester khaki top hurts my heart.
I squatted by the pond and 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 some traces of my father's aging.
How can this not make her burst into tears? Time is hidden between father and daughter, one is forced to age, and the other is forced to grow.
"Decades later, when I watched it, I 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, mother and her. Her father was so young at that time, but now his face was covered with wrinkles. Even because of this sudden illness, he
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 turns back 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 tied in a ponytail.
But recently, she has been a little lonely and lost a lot of weight..."
Every bit of the diary that followed, it seemed like there was 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 very 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 unhappy; the first time she
My boyfriend took me home and told me that I 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 can'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.
With tears in her eyes, she was 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.
The daughter is reluctant to let go, but why is he willing to let go?
It wasn't until he saw the wedding car driving out of the courtyard that he could no longer 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 the text in my father's diary
This is his life, stay
The remaining prose poems..."
The daughter returned to the hospital with her diary.
My father has woken up, but he is seriously ill and cannot 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 the mountains buried in between from the age spots on her father's face and the white hair on his head.
of fatherly love.
The story here is my father’s life.
The diary is full of memories related to my 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 was leaning in her husband's arms and was paralyzed from crying.
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, between the lines, are all simple life scenes, but they are more likely to evoke the childhood memories of people who came from that era, such as the outdoor movie 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 were still unable to 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 did not 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 satisfy his child's little wish but is unable to do so, and the deep fatherly love under the pressure of making a living, are so 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 my 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 he thinks about.
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 drama and only records ordinary joys and sorrows. But no matter what, love will
Carrying forward the past and linking up with the future, it goes round and round, eternally unchanged.
And this scene is not only shown in the short film or the song, but also in this world and in the years, repeated over and over again.
