These days, I often think about the embryonic, fading, to the sinking into the time graves of a generation … One day, I went through the living room to go up the stairs. I saw my mother groping and mending, she was good. He kept on digging to see how the whole family’s clothes were, a little ragged, and the instrument sat very neatly and smoothly. There were times, just recently, I was so sad when I realized those stitches on my clothes … I walked up the stairs, looked at my mother from the top (according to the look of a machine) and my infinite sadness. I am getting old … my mother has begun to hear unclearly, I have also started to forget to remember, though I am still nimble and always tell myself to take a husband to hold a child. The day before I saw the movie of Jamie, there was a scene of two father and son preparing to take pictures. The father quickly took the throne and tied his hair to beautify his daughter to take pictures … It reminds me of the old days, When I was young, my father also braided my hair, put on makeup for me to perform in music … It seems that in the past, people lived closer and closer, even the neighbors. The habit of giving each other pieces of meat, the fruit of the fruit, the gift of the cake is now less and less to follow the leaves of the forest.
At the front of my house, there is a crazy lady sitting She has children and a house but doesn’t live. I was a bit surprised because my parents were very interested and then told me about her story: habits, behaviors. Few cold days, my mother told someone to throw her blanket muttering and cursing mum and not bothering to cover up …. Today on the way home, I leered and turned to look closely, and she had put on a new blanket. When I got home, my dad went to bed, I watched a movie … I suddenly wanted to create some kind of coherence so I told my mom and dad that ‘crazy woman had put on a new blanket’. I want to continue the family’s daily story to warm up, so I feel like I belong to this life, my father’s life, my mother’s life….