"Father, is our beacon, but we, in the life away from him"
The world is like a vast sea, and on the opposite side of the sea is the existence of dreams and hopes. From an early age, we envisioned the opposite side of the sea, and when we grew up, we tried to run towards it. Father is like a beacon on the shore, illuminating the dark far side and guiding us in the direction of our progress. No matter how far you go, don't forget to look back at the man behind you.
The animated short film Tower of Light takes only seven minutes or so to present us with a warm and healing story. It mainly tells the story of a person who goes from toddler to adulthood, travels away from home, gradually understands the meaning of home, and returns to his father again.
If the world is a sea, then father is a beacon on the sea. When we were children, we were like a small boat, no matter how we drifted, we were also around the place where my father was within reach, and we never went far. Now, we are like a galleon, with big dreams, heavy bags, getting farther and farther away from home, establishing our own island, and since then away from home has become a distant place, and our father has become the coordinates for us to stop and stay, standing in the same place and waiting silently.
In the short film Tower of Light, the little boy's home is a small island, leaning on the sea where seagulls circle. He lived with his father in the lighthouse of the island, and he was full of longing and expectation for the opposite side of the sea. It was the land of his dreams, destined to sail one day because of it.
The father patiently taught the little boy to walk, read, and play the piano, so that he learned to swing the oars on his own and exercised him to travel alone.
Day after day, the little boy grew up little by little, and the boat he rode on became bigger and bigger, from small wooden boats, sailing ships to large cruise ships, the places he traveled far away were getting bigger and bigger, and the time he walked longer and longer, his father changed from black hair to white hair, and the original broad shoulders carried him to play and play, and now hunched over, like a gust of wind can fall. The number of trips out is also decreasing. But he always lit the lighthouse, stood in place and silently guarded the little boy, looking forward to his return.
No matter how far away from home, home is always a haven to stay.
Time passed, and my father grew older, no longer able to move around at will, but could only pray silently at home and wish him all the best.
The return date has arrived, in the snowy winter, the boy returned from a long journey, saw the mailbox letters scattered on the ground, no one cared, and could not see the father's eagerly awaited figure. He anxiously ran home and saw that his father was too weak to walk on the ground, only to realize that time was fleeting and cherished the present.
The elderly father was overjoyed to see his son's return. Boyishly clamoring to play the piano, like a naughty little boy when he was a child. With the boy's support, the father sat trembling at the piano, leaning on the boy to listen to him play the last song of his life and leave safely.
All love in the world is for the sake of getting together, but the love of parents is to go apart.
When we stumble and learn to walk, and then slowly grow up to go far away, study, work, get married, have children, step by step away from our parents, our lives are more strangers, we spend most of our lives on them, and those closest to us are ignored by us, such as our elderly fathers. He watched us travel away again and again, only to stop there and watch us drift away from him.
No matter how far away you are from home, how long you have traveled, for your dreams, for love, or for your work, please remember that you must always go home and see.