Chapter 49 Section VI

On December 23rd, snowflakes filled the sky outside the window. One layer fell and another layer fell. The whole capital city was covered with snow. Looking down from the balcony of my house, the wind blew the snow on the roof of the building, and the pedestrians and cars on the road were on the road. In the fluttering snow, it was like a high-speed lens taken by a camera upgraded, moving slowly, which made me feel a little sad. Of the countless lives that have left this world, the departure of a mother is a real release from suffering. I don't know how long my road is, and I don't know where the future will take me?

I thought of my mother who had passed away, but what she looked like when she was young.She spent her life like this: she lost all her relatives at the age of 20 and came to Beijing alone; she lost a two-year-old daughter after marriage; divorced at the age of 35; suffered from cancer at the age of 45; Suffered from cerebral thrombosis, Sui was paralyzed in bed for 16 years. Lying on the bed, recalling her life, she couldn't help but burst into tears. Later, she cried every time she saw me, but it was a silent dry cry with no sound or tears.The doctor said she was suffering from Alzheimer's, but I knew it was because she had grievances deeply in her heart, and she was very sober until the morning of her death.

My mother once said to me: Son, you will be fine, and all the hardships will be experienced by my mother alone.If you are promising, my sins are not in vain. When my mother passed away, I wrote this sentence on the elegiac couplet: Mom has worked hard, you should take a rest. Because the new year is approaching, my mobile phone is full of text messages. Sadly, except for the two words sent to me by the elf Zhou Xun: "Happy".The rest are all clichés forwarded from SMS service companies. Although they are full of congratulatory messages, I can't see a single word from my friend's heart.

The world is changing, and in an instant. My mother once said to me: Son, you will be fine, and all the hardships will be experienced by my mother alone. Once upon a time, when the Chinese New Year came, people greeted each other by writing letters; later, because the scope of making friends expanded, people changed it to greeting cards; later, with the development of communication, they didn’t bother to send greeting cards, so they changed to calling to pay New Year’s greetings; After that, I didn't bother to make phone calls, and changed to forwarding text messages, even without using my own words.I don't send text messages, and I'm not interested in these same things. If I want to say New Year greetings to my friends, I call them personally and tell them.

This is love, not a formality. I tried to delete the function of receiving text messages, but the answer I got was that as long as it is activated, it cannot be canceled, and it can be received even when the phone is turned off. The only way to avoid it is to throw away the phone.What a terrifying thing this is, it already has a life of its own, and it is opening its cold mouth to pounce on all living beings, and every mobile phone holder is actually so beautiful that he is willing to be manipulated by it . Here I would like to give a year to those mercenary SMS companies. I don’t send text messages. It is definitely a sincere wish:

I wish you a bad year ahead and may your business not prosper. As I write this, I am a little tired.The many things and words I wanted to say at first receded from my heart layer by layer like a tide, and then my dream of making a movie was filled with it. It was dark, and the snow was still falling.May all beings be safe and the world be just. The prose "Old Mrs. Wu" always moves me when I read it, and I have an impulse to write because of it. But after adapting it, I found that some texts are only suitable for quiet reading. Once it is changed into a movie, the lips of the donkey will not match the mouth of the horse.I would like to share this article with you.