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He’s a firefighter, a lover, a child, a father
Ruthless mountain fire devouring a party of people’s mountain and sea journey, insatiable clamor and laughter, but devouring the young life, he is best at it. Dreams are all monstrous flames, heat waves to drown her, skin above the fine pain, through the fire barrier, the love of the stretcher carried out, dying, stubborn eyes looking at their own, she knew that such eyes are not for their own, that person in the through their own gazing at the blazing ghost fire behind them, only the dying moment of that momentary freeze, and then the emergence of the fondness and apology for the last of him to give himself everything! ……
The first time I saw the movie, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you. Tear-wet pillowcases and lonely room silence proclaimed the departure of the lover, with great fanfare, and mo as deep as a secret.
He was the lover.
When he received the news of his brother’s death, it was at his youngest daughter’s 100-day banquet. He never believed that life could be so dramatic, that an important family member would be gone forever on an important day, carving a deep scar in his heart that would never go away.
The family had agreed to get together on this day, last year’s New Year’s Eve big brother did not get together with the family, the troops always have someone who needs to be on duty to cope with the occasional need, being in the community of various service industries of the family expressed understanding, his wife also instructed himself to send down the company’s New Year’s Eve goods to his big brother to send it over so as to celebrate New Year’s Eve ……
He is hand and foot.
The old man has been more than eighty years old this year, hale and hearty. On the day of the Qingming Festival, take care of the old companion who is steadily suffering from Alzheimer’s disease. Find out his youthful Zhongshan suit, in front of the mirror shallow scrape hair, and finally put on the comfort ribbon awarded by the village, chest pocket, slanting a branch of white flowers.
He was the head of the family of the glorious home, “old and childless said alone”, not all the time paved with hot blood is hot, behind the crowd receded, gnarled pale hand stroked the cold tombstone, lonely coolness straight to the bottom of the heart.
He was a child.
Children study very hard, took several times the number three recognition. The teacher said, after taking this page of small red flowers dad will go home, that page of dense grid, he did not understand, but he believed. The kid was also very naughty and always made his mom laugh. No one told him that the little red flower could fill the longing, but he still believed that love could fill the regret, and he loved his mom and dad.
The kid wanted to be like his dad, to be a big tree, to protect himself and everyone else – but never mind, why didn’t he ever wonder why it had to be his dad? Dad went far away, but left the bravery and warmth of his loved ones to himself, and that’s okay. He learns to grow up well.
He’s a father.
He was a fireman.
Life is always good at passing, no life is ever young, but there is always young life – to realize that the past is not to be admonished, and to know that the future can be pursued. The truth is that the lost is not far away, and realize that today is yesterday’s wrong.
People are meant to move on, day after day, carrying the will of those who have left, and continue to run into the future, so that it is good, too many hurts and regrets time will smooth out.
Even though he was a lover, he was a child, he was a father, he was a handmaiden, he was a firefighter.
May mankind, O us, lick the misery and blossom new life from inside the wounds. Spring, ah, warm sun, come quickly, to protect them all the way without wind and waves.
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