We do not know how to do it, or we do not know what we are doing is not what he needs. Therefore, although we come close, but divide up each other. But we still love them, threw himself, though not fully understand them. the shadow of death ... ... I have asked myself whether (on PAUL) and told him
Finally I said to him ...
Later, I told him ... ... < br>
present in my father's thoughts.
Although not show it, but I know that PAUL has been living in his father's heart.
I remember the last sermon l heard him give ... not long before his own death.
remember the dead in PAUL long ago, we listened to the father's last sermon.
Each one of us here today will, at one time in our lives ... look upon a loved one who is in need and ask the same question. ,Discount UGG boots, looking at the people we love so helpless, and ask the same question. don't know what part of ourselves to give ... or more often than not,
the part we have to give ... is not wanted.
not know to give them something, or we can give, more often than not they really need.
And so it is those we live with and should know who elude us ... but we can still love them.
This is to avoid that with our close while our people, ah ... ... but we can still love them.
We can love completely ... without complete understanding.
desperately love them.
Now nearly all those I loved and did not understand in my youth are dead. Even Jessie.
youth that I now cherish the partners but have been unable to understand from the I'm gone. including Jessie.
But I still reach out to them.
but I still out to them.
Of course, now I'm too old to be much of a fisherman.
course, the twilight, I have not had a good fly fisherman.
And now I usually fish the big waters alone ... although some friends think I shouldn't.
many of my friends think I should not stay in large river fish, but I remain the same.
But when I am alone in the half-light of the canyon ... all existence seems to fade to a being with my soul and memories ... and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot
Every time I stood in the valley of the shadow around everything will gradually fade, and change accompanied with my soul into the depths of memory, and others and that is the sound of the river below.
River and a four-count rhythm ... and the hope that a fish will rise.
slowly flowing river, the river sound like the name of four-beat music, and I look forward to the fish bait in the river.
Eventually, all things merge into one ... and a river runs through it .
Finally, all of which brings together ---- a river through time and life.
The river was cut by the world's great flood ... and runs over rocks from the basement of time.
flock to the river because of heavy rain and high tide in all directions, the cornerstone of the stream in time.
On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops.
some rain on the rock with the eternal mark.
Under the rocks are the words ... and some of the words are theirs.
rocks have many unknown stories below. PAUL them are inside the story.
I am haunted by waters.
all this great river has lingered in my mind ......
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I have not seen the film at the time, had been the titles of the period of monologues written in my guest book on:
- Norman, you like write stories. Perhaps one day you will write the story of our family, by that time, you will understand many things have happened.
There is no doubt that this is a maxim about writing. to As I often say: Writing from what some want to see a clear desire.
when many things happened in the present moment, we are not clear, and this most effectively illustrates the years, it is not just a curtain, on the contrary, it is in us to never stop from the moment the weight of the reasons for them to get off.
lingering deathbed when the occasion of his father, Zuo Wei I the only begotten Son, was busy all day kinds of worldly affairs had to face the night spent in bed also folding room ... ... that time, the material burden is still time to coagulate into pain. until long after his father left until the next life has been the subject of it, I began to feel the pain in that slow needle. infusion tube watching tension of water droplets falling or rolling waves on the Monitor, I write no less than any of the words; while standing in the cold tombstone - I can stand a whole an afternoon of time - I Evans Quan.
tears, too.
Some might say, perhaps it is such a personal preference so you always Misfortune makes the theme of father and son movies family like you even That was my father, that is what I witnessed, but it does not mean that it is father. conversation, because that can not help but to mention the exchange of the total situation of the father, if so, the mother will have to repeat those trivial cases: the number of times today and vomiting, fever to the number of degrees, what drugs, what measures to take or how much money to spend and so on. such a statement is difficult, as will be cut with a knife wound to re-draw again, but they can not do anything out of concern for others, the mother down so the situation even worse. shows all the current , that is the case. But for a long time later, when I look back period back, my first thought was not the father vomit, even thought infusion tube, and that the whereabouts of a transparent drop of water, but also aesthetic. I am more deeply in the bed before I remember holding his hand is still warm, without a word to understand his breathing and pulse, sit for a long time, until suddenly realized that the sky outside the window unit has been gradually whitening - Another night is over. I clearly Remember, at that moment, the thin dawn is surely gave me a comfort, because a new day, while my father was still around, so the last day if value for money are all tired ... ... until One day, that white bed sheets on the left only.
Milan Kundera calls . will vomit, but with nothing between us across the bare wall, as long as he exists, we can feel at ease.
in in just such a father. As a pastor, he declared that method. He said: Fishing as a skill can be learned, but the fishing is not as an art of learning, that need another way.
can say such words, and must The priest is not a stuffy pedant, which proved excellent in the film are: the eldest son of Norman, he taught English and writing, to simple for the United States, Norman came back and write, he would say, to his satisfaction. look, and other harsh and rigid father is no different. But when he felt satisfied, but uttered a surprising words: Like many priests can be claimed as their own understanding is the best model, no doubt, that the so-called He pulled out a shaking of the pendulum, so that the two children in accordance with the four-beat rhythm of the music to swinging a long fishing line. (have not seen the film or no fishing experience, who may not know what the significance, I had the privilege to follow later, countryside by the river, I stood in the river with the films of Norman, and not much difference, and when I thought, I'm glad I have had a not only stereotyped but also such a beautiful way, a way of blending the rules freely in the church two children fishing.
, of course, the film was thrown into the river in the fishing line is much longer, thrown to the arc and more beautiful. This is the whole video, Nightlife - Every time the fish line left out, that the United States to the sad music will be sounded, and the lens will then slow down. So you clearly seen in the fishing line in the air, stretch, rotate, until the moment all fell into the water. re-watching the film, when the fish line is often thrown to go smoothly, I could not help but reveal the total smiling lips, and eyes are Ying Ran. < br>
Norman is the eldest son, the eldest brother as a father. He certainly has his father's teaching in general rebellious child psychology, but in fact they had almost no disobedience. But Brad Pitt played by the youngest son Paul, but not the the same. two children lying on the grass Happy afternoon, feet is a gurgling sound of water - his father once said, the rock formation that is earlier than the voice from the voice of God. Paul asked Norman: You have big want to be? Norman replied: Pastor, fishing people. thought added: or boxer. ask Paul, Paul replied: boxer or a fishing people. Norman Q: Why does not Pastor? Paul answer says: no. So the two children laughed. Since then, Norman has become a matter of what people called him pastor, Norman a with his father in him all the good blood. And Paul, the minister father had one half-jokingly said: He became our family's Scottish Plain.
fact, fishing in the learning time, Paul has demonstrated that different here. film is Norman has always been to describe the first-person perspective, in scenes that, he stood on the river stones, hand fishing line, and left him father, standard four shots were beautiful dancing fishing rod, while the right is his brother, Norman surprised to find that his brother did not do exactly as his father's teachings, but to swing the fish in the overhead line, was one location - the left is his father, the right is his brother. brother as a father.
example, he only had an argument with Paul, took place in their joint rebellion after his father's teachings. That night, two young people secretly slipped out of the house (they slipped out of the house is so full of action means: Paul, youngest son jumped down from the second floor window, and although the eldest son of Norman slipped out, but it is climbed down the stairs), they together with a group of young friends, stole a wooden boat, going to the river on drifting. But to the river, these young people aghast: waterfall flowing down, it is too dangerous . Thus, one group of people back, and only put forward the initiative of Paul still stood in the ship not to give up. When all the others back later, Paul set his sights on Norman, and his brother the same surname McClelland. Paul said: It seems that only This must be the father not allowed to do. But when he look to Paul, Paul is keen to look at his face, and he used the The tough little brother will not shrink, and although river rafting can not be too dangerous for the father, but when thrown in such as his brother but can not. Norman did not hesitate as he said himself, because bow said the principle of fighting is only so once. but whether in battle, or in later life, they found no one who can not do nothing. After many years, with Norman as a river bank on the eyes of his brother, can not tell is to try to appreciate, or full of worries.
However, I think, all the audience understand that they were good. This evaluation is not just made by the audience, is the film the father of the judge. he was, he taught two children fishing, but two children to a different rhythm to catch the fish together, the father smiled, commented: > Soon, two children have grown up, each with their own life.
Norman, left home after a long study, he eventually taught at the University of Chicago won the job, the professor, it is counseling his literary father. And Paul did not leave home without it, but in a nearby newspaper. Although different choices, but the desire his father without the slightest desire to identify the distinction.
at the dinner table,UGG boots, her father is Xiaohe asked Paul: What news today? Paul would be proud of an interview about his experience. At this point, the silent gaze of Norman voted to smile. hard to say whether this is a brother or a father's eye gaze , suppression or both intertwined.
really young age I was so appreciate Paul, I like Brad Pitt when he looked back a child who pure and bright smile. I appreciate the He mixed all of the hostility among women holding hands, dancing in a hot dance. I appreciate his huge rock in the action jumps to enjoy the empty cup from his hand, uninhibited style and appreciate his words and , single-handedly bear all aloof personality ... ... However, with age, I am increasingly beginning to understand Paul Norman cast behind the eyes, can not tell is to enjoy, or anxiety, can not tell is trust, or confused . Perhaps, after the death of his father Paul, cloth aisle, said of his heart has always been confusion. At that time, his elderly father's voice slowly as in the past used to say:
in our life , there are so few people, no matter how close we are from them, whether we are more concerned about them, we still can do. But later, I began to understand, no matter how much we do not understand them, at least we can still love them. < br>
father Norman hearing these words, his face looked sad, and both welcomed.
Paul died, his death attributed to his personality is boring. It's not personal. It's what we called destiny.
I once again recall the last time the three father and son fishing on the river. The left side of Norman has no father, his elderly father had to stay in belongs to him only Paul even know what to say back, and then Norman Interface: beloved woman will accept his proposal. looking at the look of happiness brother Paul teased: What day is very rich.
Surely he is not happy, but as a kind of look in the eyes of the complexity , the audience began to realize that a haze. sensitive Norman then said: go to Chicago with us now! Paul back to reveal a familiar smile, as expected, refused.
the tone of this movie have been suppressed when Norman's good news and not have changed the outcome of fishing this style, it seems that all the audience are looking forward to what.
Norman came to the final height, and his father with much Far watching Paul. Paul took off his hat, fixed the bait, then lift the rod to the middle of the river walk. picturesque river on the entire screen, and back on the river alone and proud.
a person Paul gradually calmed down. He intently look to the water, arms raised slowly, and then shaking the wrist light - in this very gentle postures, whipped along the long fishing line moving in space set aside a near perfect curve, down to the distance.'s melodious into the sky, an extremely soothing slow motion.
we all know, this is called I am an only child, I have no brothers. in his father left, I made a decision. I hope my children will not have a chance, I savor the early morning Sunrise thin loneliness Huangran share of mind. I hope they grow slowly under the eaves, seniority, I hope they do not have a deep understanding of the kind of overnight, hoping that their width is sparse dense ring, I hope they have the feelings of ordinary and rich, a movie need not be any protagonist.
I hope they where from their grandfather, and not from may be the perfect position a lot of money. Appendix: Norman received a letter of appointment when the back of the poem
Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Earl
by William Wordsworth There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light,UGGs, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day , The things which I have seen I now can see no more. The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth. Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep, No more shall grief of mine the season wrong: I hear the echoes through the mountains throng. The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday; Thou child of joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy! Ye blesséd Creatures,cheap UGG boots, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel-I feel it all. O evil day! if I were sullen While Earth herself is adorning This sweet May-morning; And the children are culling On every side In a thousand valleys far and wide Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm: I hear, I hear, with joy I hear! But there's a tree, of many, one, A single field which I have look'd upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream? Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting ; The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting And cometh from afar; Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But he beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel , still is Nature's priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day. Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate, Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years 'darling of a pigmy size! See, where' mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes! See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his 'humorous stage' With all the Persons, down to palsied Age, That life brings with her in her equipage; As if his whole vocation Were endless imitation. Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal Mind, Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the day, a master o'er a slave, A Presence which is not to be put by; To whom the grave Is but a lonely bed, without the sense of sight Of day or the warm light, A place of thoughts where we in waiting lie; Thou little child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life ! 0 joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That Nature yet remembers What was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest, Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast: Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings, Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised: But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing; Uphold us cherish and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence, in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither; Can in a moment travel thither And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore. Then, sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song! And let the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound! We, in thought, will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. And 0, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might; I only have relinquish'd one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway; I love the brooks which down their channels fret Even more than when I tripp'd lightly as they; The innocent brightness of a new-born day Is lovely yet; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears
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