Father is a proposition that we have been perfunctory for half a lifetime.

"Two men, probably will only look like each other for a lifetime. Some are fortunate enough to become bosom friends, and some are unfortunate enough to become Party A and Party B. "

It's only summer, and the wind at night is still a little cool. People who come home late are all listening to music alone, listening to the old brother sing a few words about "father", and their thoughts unconsciously merge into a river.

20 18, 17 Before May, everyone was curious about the theme of Jonathan Lee's upcoming new song. After all, he sang all the emotional details.

Everyone has prepared a new "Hill" or "Song for Yourself".

I didn't expect my eldest brother, who never talked much about the relationship between father and son, to write a song for his father this time, writing a person to make peace with his dead father, which stirred the hearts of people who listened to the song to treat wine as water.

What kind of image is a father?

Compared with his mother's anxiety, he is more like a cold and reserved bystander, easily alienated and ignored.

Children in almost every family, big or small, have the first reaction of "looking for their mother".

Even if their mother is tolerant and nagging, they still like to praise the greatness of maternal love.

However, few people find that my father's silent love has already sheltered our lives.

Therefore, as a mortal father, as a mortal, we can't understand the complicated proposition of father-son relationship all our lives.

Father and son rarely become bosom friends, but most of them become Party A and Party B in the long river of time. This is a typical Chinese father-son relationship model.

The eldest brother, who has reached middle age, is telling his guilt, missing his father and longing for peace but not depression. He wrote a song about his life and shared it with us. Let's listen to his life in the dead of night, to comfort and appease us who are equally ordinary and extraordinary, and a heart that deeply hides our fragility.

Middle-aged, that's a terrible word.

There is a line in the movie "Beating": "In this world, some people live in tall buildings, some are in deep ditches, some are shiny, and some are rusty."

It seems that people in different circumstances have similar sadness in middle age.

When I grow up, it seems to be a routine for adults not to cry in public.

"I dare to cry here when my family is not here today."

On the evening of June 8, a migrant worker squatted on the ground and cried.

The migrant worker named Akai is 32 years old this year.

Asked about the reason, he replied: my father had cancer, and he didn't get better after four times of chemotherapy, and his mood was very uncomfortable.

"I just drank a little wine today. I vent my emotions and deal with my emotions. "

He can't express this pain at home. "No one in the family dares to cry at home" is the reason why the 32-year-old man collapsed on the side of the road.

At the age of 30, he has too many reasons not to shout out pressure-wife, children, work and life. ...

After crying, he dried his tears and went home alone.

No matter how hard it is, you can't recognize life.

Last year, Pu Shu sang Li Shutong's "Farewell" in the live broadcast of "The Voice of Great Events".

Unexpectedly, in the middle of singing, Pu Shu suddenly hid his face and wept.

Before starting, Pu Shu said, "Sometimes I feel that life is like purgatory, which is especially hard. But in music, even singing the saddest songs is enjoyment. "

Pu Shu, 45, shed tears and revealed the fragility that every adult dares to release in the middle of the night.

"There will always be times when people are utterly confused in their lives, but in others' eyes, you are just a little more silent than usual, and no one will be surprised. This kind of war is destined to be single-handed. "

What kind of bitterness and helplessness did my father have in middle age?

When I grew up, I was told by people around me that my father went to Beijing to work as a picker and transplanter when I was very young. Later, he followed his neighbors to Wuhan construction site to tie steel bars. In order to save the fare, I usually go home during the Spring Festival.

There are old and young fathers in the world, and they still have to make a living. Every time they go home, they will still insist on bringing gifts to our three sisters and mothers, even if it is a hairpin or a schoolbag on the roadside stall.

Middle-aged people pretend to be strong, a little reflected in those fleeting vacant eyes. The young me on the front bumper of the bicycle was overwhelmed by understatement.

"A man often feels lonely, because when he opens his eyes, he is surrounded by people who depend on him, but there is no one to rely on."

They are the pillars of the family, the heroes in the eyes of their children, and the guarantee for their parents to provide for the elderly.

Today, both parents are over 50. When I left my hometown during the Spring Festival, I watched the leaves fall like a waterfall outside the window. The mother in the mirror is getting smaller and smaller, as small as a wrinkled walnut.

When I was a child, the closest place to the sky was my father's shoulder. You look at the world on your shoulder, but he looks at you. This is his world. Even when we grow up, we are still like this.

I used to think that I still spent a lot of time with my parents. When my career is successful, I can stay with my parents for many years, and everything can be made up.

The last time I saw my father off was after he got off the bus. I lay prone on the window and watched him drift away. His back looks like a mottled wall. It seems to foresee the red eyes and sad face of parents when they get married.

Many people have heard that the speed of hard work must catch up with the aging of parents.

It is this that tells the responsibility of adults to support their parents. This should not be a burden that cares about gains and losses.

This photo was selected for the 26th National Photography Art Exhibition, Hebei Zhang Photography. The name of this work is "Only Son".

On this photo, I cried countless netizens.

On two beds, are their parents. The son sat in the middle, silently guarding his parents. His back looks so helpless and lonely.

After 80' s and 90' s with few brothers and sisters, when they enter middle age, their parents' pension problems inevitably fall on themselves.

The reason why this photo resonates so much is that this lonely and helpless figure is the pain and helplessness of a whole generation.

Similarly, the pressure of raising children has pushed adults to the brink of collapse. I don't know how my father survived that time. Or does the father try his best to create a better educational environment for his children and have no time to think about anything else?

When a middle-aged man gives up his helmet and loses one after another, he doesn't want to hear the cheers any more and urges himself to walk faster.

People who fail from the heart, from silence to collapse, may be just a matter of thought.

There is an "adult crash code" circulating on the Internet, which has aroused the resonance of many people.

According to this code, the collapse of adults needs to be carried out at the wrong peak, respecting the old and loving the young, and paying attention to cost performance, which varies from time to time and from occasion to occasion. ...

None of this is a sign of "playing too much". Adults can't be like children anymore. Someone will help them when they fall and cry.

Their eyes are more realistic and their emotions are more stable. Tears, depression and temper can't change anything, so we have to make all emotions "controllable".

They hide all their pain in a calm and numb smile, in exchange for a polite and indifferent smile from this society.

David Thoreau once said that most people are quietly living a life of despair.

"Under the so-called games and pastimes of human beings, there is even a solidified and unconscious despair."

In the process of being knocked down by the madness of life and getting up again, all adults put on a mask called power.

Abai described the collapse of adults' silence like this:

"Although I am alive, I live like a zombie.

I'm angry, but I can't explode. I laughed too, but I didn't feel happy.

What I said and laughed at was not my own, but others'. "

Getting used to a person's quiet collapse is an inspiration that we must bow to growth and life.

There was a tsunami in your heart at that moment, but you still stood still and didn't let anyone know.

The saddest thing is not crying, but the humbleness that can't even shed tears.

Parents are there, and life is still there; With parents gone, there is only one way home in life.

When I was young, I always felt it was better to stay away from home. Now I'm starting to feel more worried as I get farther away from home.

It is because of these countless connections that I understand what happiness is.

Happiness is sometimes just the way home.

We should always be with our parents, because sometimes, love simply can't stand waiting.

Know that you are busy, no matter how busy you are, don't forget to go home often.

When you are away from your parents, please turn on your phone 24 hours a day, and never mute your phone.