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a movie twice, could not replay his childhood. See this kind of film can always retrieve pleasant sense of some strangers, these ed hardy shoes feelings have been numb for a long time, and only faced with this opportunity to revive, is in itself a kind of adventure. However, when looking back in time, you always want what the most, it is not a real answer. Because, as only one life, you can not uses the staff, compared with the previous life, can not be amended in the afterlife, so people never know what they want, which made the macro level of reality and reality. May, on the memory of early life is the phenomenon of mankind, so all of his childhood, both bitter Ye Hao, happiness worth mentioning, are worthy of an eternal nostalgia.
"movie past" in a small town northwest of a vast, undulating sand dunes, Xi Luo of the birch, a childhood form the background color. This background, there hero Ling-Ling and Mao Xiaobing love of outdoor movie on feelings. Open-air movies, and write their true color of a childhood. Way back when, the village is also open-air film screening days, unfortunately do not remember the name of a movie. But those merry scenes, before showing the frolic among the sleep screening, dragging his shadow home every night, all reflecting the growth rings in their own lives, the formation of different scenery with others.
first viewing, when the grandfather home. Grandma is still day with Grandma joking side, side view television screen. Today, the picture has become past. Do not look at the film presentation, only to see the name: "Film memories" have the impulse to imagine what will happen. Because anything with a "past" the word of the movie is a temptation for me, not the "past" of interpretation, but on some days no longer wallow in helplessness. This will induce some of their own to see "xx history" books, history books, the city is also an author of historical explanation, one for the history of change, do not know the happy or sad, do not know because they are aware that "a hundred flowers blossom "The pleasure is to face it under the desecration of the past cry.
What is true about the heart as long as the law and worthy of the Star of heaven will be without any regret. The film's characters Mao Xiaobing born in an unfortunate family, her parents divorced, his father abused him all day. But his nature was disclosed by the pressing of child air, those outspoken shame to the adult world. Ling-Ling's childhood is unfortunate, do not know who my father is, but the love of their feelings for the movie, "Little Soldier\She and her mother share a common dream, to become like movie stars as Zhou Xuan. Finally, she was killed because his brother was accidentally labeled as deaf stepfather.
she ran away from home, to their ancient home improvement disguised as a movie museum. There was a telescope, Mao Xiaobing Before leaving to give the gift of Ling Ling. This telescope is brought to the roof of their viewing enjoyment, this telescope is brought to the Ling-Ling's life remorse. Now, she can already see the telescope placed in the parent's point of view and set-piece. Parents are very old, lonely, Ling-Ling is also no longer young, is Lingding like, in addition to accompany the film, which was silhouetted against the light and shadow with their youth record.

 

Bike week street, across the road, because the vehicles are too many, I had to wait by the roadside under the station. About stare, the discovery watery traffic, the Road Gap white line stood a pair of old husband and wife over seventy years of age. Old woman did not dare to go away, too afraid to return back, when the old lady're holding her hand tightly in the stop-go Scattered through the complicated mess ed hardy clothes of traffic. At this point, I flash into the eyes of this scene was touched, and Spiritual flying - the vast earth, the universe of justice is that everyone is like the air dust. In the vast sea of faces, and by chance a person's hand casts, have the backing of his life. Your hand, and the king of long marriage, would not life to the realm of beauty? But in real life, how many have been firmly holding hands in a way had to separate the chicken feathers; how many of the partner of the hand I, but she had not stood the test of materialistic; how much trouble can a couple side by side were hard, but not willing to work with? However, more human, or, as I have seen that an elderly couple and truly perform the affinity of life in hand. I'm looking back two old gradually submerged in the back of the crowd, mind another scenario emerged:
the past month, I have been doing hyperbaric oxygen, hyperbaric oxygen chamber 17 within the eight daily patient, including a carbon monoxide poisoning in women, who just turned 30 years old. She did not mind, not talk, walk, step by step by someone pulling. Her husband is very burly, very mild, every day saw him holding his wife's hand slowly into the oxygen chamber, a paternity that is two hours, patiently and carefully for a moment separated from, does not become angry. Hold down the wife of his own oxygen mask, massage hammer hand numbness for the failure of his wife's legs. Oxygen end, he supports his wife's residual physical body and lack of progress out of the oxygen positions. Looking at their figure moving slowly, I was deeply moved. The young husband to his wife's life and soul of relying on the fulcrum, the hand interpretation of the profound meaning of life, the hand of the tacit understanding that life is thick the love, the hand of Sentiment is also a big crowd ever sustenance. Meditation in front of it jumping out of a vivid picture -
it was after dinner, to a small park, a small pavilion in the table. Tingnei a dozen people, some playing cards, some chatter busy nibbling. I do not know what time it stood outside one of the fat below the steps on crutches for his sixtieth old, from his demeanor to see, much like the aftermath of stroke patients. My eyes fixed on his body, he stood there, facing kiosk, refused to move. He is not going up, or are thinking about what? I take the Qufu him a? At this time, an old woman stumbled to her holding two small cushion, on the cement bench, then walked in front of the old man, hold up his hand and said: "The spouse that you and I take this that to speak. "old Man Youyou to talk about the past two - day, children, grandchildren, who in the past have not had time to pick up no recollection of the hardships and happiness. They each suggested amendments and additions. For a time, as if the clock back all the past back to the hearts of the elderly, Speaking more they spend the two years left them a world of thoughtful, hand feeling of the depth of expertise. Then a beautiful sunset, the passing of memory swayed gently vicissitudes, reflecting two elderly profound feelings of truth.
When I meditate in the feet and to find myself stood in the street have been 20 minutes, and was soon riding a bicycle. Road in the I still think: years of blossom earthly joys and sorrows. So a person, so a kind of fate that allows you holding him (her) hands, laugh, grow old together, living together for a ed hardy kids run around, it is fortunate that the joyful life.
like mood of'll stay, are instantly in hand for life!


31/07/2010 - 09:40
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