tearjerker director

Looking at the diary in the diary, my father is getting old, time is getting old, only the bits and pieces of life are written in my father's diary.

Camera transitions, like going back in time.

A young father sits by a bed in an old house with his sleeping daughter in his arms.

The song is on!

"In [-], the crops hadn't been harvested yet;"

"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.

"Tonight's open-air movie, I don't have time to watch it.

My wife reminded me to repair the pedal of the sewing machine. "

The young father opened the drawer to find some pitiful banknotes, counted them, then glanced at his daughter who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and sighed.

"Tomorrow I'm going to the neighbor's house to borrow some more money, and the child cried all day, clamoring for biscuits"

Father walked out of the house and squatted by the pond.

"The blue polyester card top, the pain burrowed into my heart.

Squatting on the edge of the pond, he punched himself twice. "

The camera turned around, and the writing on the old and mottled diary was still clear.

The words written on it were sung by the singing, which sang the memory of that father.

"This is my father, the text in the diary.

This is his youth, the prose poem left behind. "

The daughter's tears fell like continuous rain, and memory and reality suddenly intertwined. For a while, the daughter couldn't tell which is the old man with gray hair and slow movements, and the man who carried dozens of kilograms of luggage to send her to school. The real look of the father.

If time slows down a bit, I'm afraid it will be able to capture the slightest traces of his father's aging.

How can this prevent her from crying, the years are hidden between father and daughter, one is forced to age, and the other is forced to grow up.

"Decades later, when I watched it, I couldn't stop crying!"

"But my father is as old as a shadow."

She looked up at the photo frame on the table, which contained a group photo of her father and mother. Her father was so young at that time, but now his face was covered with wrinkles. Father
The daughter picked up the photo and stroked the family portrait on it.

"In [-], 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 this page, even the few words, had already become moldy, it was soaked by tears and then dried up the tear stains.

The spread of handwriting on Namo Lake is the trace left by my father when he was most sad.

New tears fall, covered with dried ones.

"My daughter ran into the campus with a ponytail.

But recently, she's been a little lonely and lost a lot of weight."

In the following diary bits and pieces, it seems that there are only daughters in the whole world.

"Thinking about the future, I am old and become a pile of old paper money;

The daughter at that time will definitely be amazingly beautiful! "

The daughter couldn't help covering her mouth any longer, sobbing silently.

It is written in the diary: "One's life is not free when there is care, and it is boring without care. Before the birth of the little life, I never knew the burden of the family, nor the happiness of care.

...

From the first day of becoming a father, the sweetness of fear began.The first time she was learning to walk, she stumbled and her little face was dirty from crying; she came home for the first time after school, but she was depressed; she brought her boyfriend home for the first time and told me that she would live with him in the future... "

"There is a man who loves her and wants to marry her back home.

But thinking of these, I couldn't bear to look at her. "

The camera turns with the daughter's thoughts and the father's diary.

"Crackling!"

The sound of firecrackers, which symbolized festiveness, resounded. At that time, the daughter, wearing a wedding dress, was indeed stunningly beautiful.

There were tears in her eyes, reluctantly.

The old father, with a smile all over his face, personally wrote a congratulatory message for his daughter, "Together forever", and handed it to the daughter with a smile.

The groom who received the marriage came, and he solemnly put his daughter's hand into the groom's hand, with a happy smile on his face.

The daughter turned her head three times, but the father just waved his hand.

The daughter is reluctant, but why is he willing?

Until watching the wedding car drive out of the courtyard, he couldn't see it, he turned around, the figure became awkward for the first time, and he reached out his hand to secretly wipe the corner of his eyes.

But the more he wiped, the more the tears overflowed.

He picked up the old photo of his wife and told his wife that the daughter is married and the son-in-law is very good, and I believe he will love his daughter very much.

Let the wife can feel at ease.

But how can he feel at ease?

The camera turns back, and the daughter slowly closes the diary.

"This is my father, the words in the diary

This is his life, stay

Prose poems left behind."

The daughter returned to the hospital with the diary.

Father has woken up, but he is seriously ill, making him unable to speak.

Seeing his daughter's red eyes, he seemed a little anxious.

The daughter came over, sat beside her father, and took out the old diary.

"Decades later, I watched the tears flow;

But my father is as old as an old newspaper, old newspaper;

The above story is a lifetime! "

At this moment, what the daughter is reading is not the father's diary, not the prose poems written by the father, but as if she can see the mountains buried in between the age spots on the father's face and the white hair on his head. paternal love.

The story here is my father's life.

The diary is full of memories related to her daughter.

The daughter's hand was placed in the father's hand, and she held it tightly, just like the father holding her hand back then!
Chu Xixi, who was in front of the screen, was already sobbing, leaning against her husband's arms, paralyzed from crying.

The prose poems written by the father, every sentence, every word, has traces of the daughter.

The prose poems written by my father, between the lines, are all those simple life scenes, but they are more likely to evoke the childhood memories of people who came from that era, such as the open-air movies in the square, the mother’s sewing machine, the father’s polyester card jacket, the snacks 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 liked the excitement of huddling together to watch open-air movies, longing for candies, sour plum powder, and biscuits in the canteen, and didn't notice the occasional frowning of our parents. And let out a sigh or two.

In this song, the embarrassment of the father who wants to satisfy the little wish of the child but is helpless, and the deep fatherly love under the pressure of livelihood, are just narrated in this way, pulling a soft string in people's hearts, and I can't help but feel distressed Parents at that time.

Time flies, his father has experienced life and death, the sadness brought about by the death of his old mother, and the sadness of thinking of his daughter who will marry one day, he is surrounded by complex emotions, and the hope for a better life for the child in the future is the longing in his heart.

He still has the responsibility of connecting the past and the future, and he still has to continue to write ordinary stories in the trivial life, and to continue to write the ordinary love between father and daughter.

Time flies, one day, the old father will no longer be the backbone of the times, he will be as old as an old newspaper, there is no vigor and vitality in this old newspaper, only ordinary joys and sorrows are recorded.But in any case, love will inherit the past and the future, go round and round, and never change.

And this scene is not only shown in the short film or in the singing, but in this world, in the years, it keeps going round and round.

tearjerker director