It is the mirror that can see one's external image, and it is always oneself who can feel one's heart. We are accustomed to using external images to measure the inner world of others, and mirrors become tools for shaping people's external images.
Uncle Ge's wife lay in the hospital bed for more than three years, and finally failed to get up, exhausting the money that Uncle Ge saved and thrifty. The two sons almost terminated their college studies, but fortunately the eldest son worked for several years and did not start a family, helping the two younger brothers to complete their studies. Uncle Ge felt ashamed of his three children, did not fulfill his father's responsibilities, and was always sullen. The children speculate that their mother has died, which is a big blow to their father, and they discuss taking his father with them so that they can take care of them. The father realized that his mood swings touched the hearts of the children, and they were all time to start a family, especially the mother's illness delayed the eldest son's family. You can no longer influence the future development of your children for your own reasons. He knew he was sick and that the time was not far away. In order not to worry the children, the only way to stay in good shape.
He bought a small mirror, hid it on his body, and adjusted his state to the mirror every day, revealing the image of the spring breeze and leaving calm and calm on his face. It wasn't until nightfall that he returned to reality from his exhausting pretense, and the toss of the disease made him miserable and sleepless all night. When the sons came home, they heard the neighbors say that his father was in a good state of mind and had come out of his grief. They were genuinely pleased. Back at home, seeing the long-lost smile on their father's face, the children were completely relieved. At the end of that year, the eldest son brought back the object. My father hid in the toilet and looked in the mirror for a long time before he came out. When they saw their father, they looked up and down and praised him, although his father was very thin, but his spirit was very strong.
As the eldest son's wedding date approached, the father was nervous. He called and told his son that he might not have time to go because the family couldn't leave. By then my father was bedridden and my life was counting down. Because of the insecurity of the father, after the eldest son was married, the couple invited them home. When my father learned of this, he sat down at the table early. Take out the mirror and tidy up the meter. But it was never possible to hide the image of the skinny wood, although there was a smile in his eyes and an expression on his face. That stiff, inactive pace still made his son perceive something different. The father did not hold back, but went forward and grabbed their hands, tears oozing from his eyes. Holding his father's cold hands, his son's tears dripped on the back of his hands. With tears in his eyes, the son read his father's sorrow.
He retrieved a mirror and a diagnosis from his father's pocket, and the words on the diagnosis made his son collapse. He didn't know that his father could have such perseverance to support himself until now. Leaning against a mirror? By creating an image? At that moment, my father sat there very leisurely, his eyes very focused. A sense of relief freed him. The son kneels at the feet of the father and shakes the father's leg, why should you? Why hide it? Why should we avoid responsibility? The father was devastated, he was for his own incurable disease, but also for his own inability to do anything. He shook his head helplessly.
Soon the two youngest sons also came home. The night was a stormy night. The father calmly took out the mirror, adjusted his expression, and walked away safely, with a faint smile on his face. With satisfaction, but also with reluctance.