【Historical Live Broadcast】Watching videos and being seen by our ancestors

[A lonely figure in a wild village is sent to a poor family, and the wanderer can get warm porridge in a foreign land. In the past, he was surrounded by my loving parents, but now he is waiting for the sunset with white hair]

[An old lady with gray hair, wearing funeral clothes, sitting at the dilapidated doorway overgrown with weeds, looking at the threshold while chewing a steamed bun and looking around]

[She was quietly waiting for her children who might come back to visit her, and she was also slowly letting her life slip away in her dilapidated home...]

[She is not the only one who has suffered the same fate as this old lady]

[Whenever the smoke from cooking drifted past the house, the old man who had cooked a big pot of rice looked at the empty table, and the countless expectations that emerged in his heart were dashed as usual]

[When it is late at night and everyone is asleep, the village is filled with lonely old people, quietly staying in empty houses, letting the silent night swallow them up]

[Only during the Chinese New Year, when all the children come back, everything is prosperous and lively, and the elderly smile with their mouths wide open]

[A few days later, the house that was once bustling with people became empty again, as if everything that happened before was just a dream of the old man]

"A few years ago, when my grandmother was still alive, I went to see her. She said something incoherently, which roughly meant: You come every year at this time, but you have to leave after staying for a few days. I don't know when you can come again this year. I am old and can't even walk. When I was younger, I had to go to the city to see what the building you live in looks like. Now I still need someone to serve me for food and clothes, and I am holding your whole family back by myself. As soon as I close my eyes, I think about you coming.

It would be great if I were gone now, while you are all here, so you don’t have to take a bus back later. After I’m gone, you don’t have to go back to this mountain village, just live in the city. There are still children at home, if you go back, it’s not safe to drive in the dark, the children will cry again. I wrote these words down in a poem, and it is still my favorite poem to this day.

White hair language

Autumn follows autumn year after year, and the red leaves smile at my white hair every year.

The red leaves will turn green again when spring comes, and the white hair is left with so much sorrow.

Old hatreds do not fade away with the passing of the new year, but new tears continue the flow of old tears.

The sea of ​​​​sky has a shore eventually, where can the lovesick man rest?

People say that the older you are, the more blessings you have, but I sigh that age is of no use.

Longing for you is always in my mind when I close my eyes, but my broken body can no longer fulfill my dream.

When my relatives come, I would rather beg God to allow me to die in front of my children.

When you should cry, just cry now, there is no need to blame the passing of time.

When I am gone, my children will be free, and the departing swallows can abandon their empty nest.

I gradually call a foreign land my hometown, and forget how long the journey is.

But I cannot sue tomorrow, today I can only see the sun setting in the west.

I am going into the setting sun, so please leave now. Don't let the children at home miss me when I will be back."

"I really can't bear to watch this kind of video... I feel like this generation of elderly people has suffered the most. When they were young, they were in war, experienced fear and anxiety, blatant death and brutality. In their middle age, they were hungry and poor, and they had to work hard to make a living. Now that they can enjoy their old age, their children and grandchildren have moved away from them because of the development of the city. The development of technology has forgotten their generation. They can't experience the convenience brought by mobile phones, modern medical care, and service facilities. These only make them feel helpless and uneasy...

This generation, especially women, are oppressed among the oppressed. They are oppressed by their husbands, children, and parents, and they may not even know they are oppressed in their entire lives, because they have long been accustomed to taking care of their husbands and children, and the daily necessities of life, but they don’t know how they should live. Their entire lives, they can only find joy in suffering. It’s so pitiful, so pitiful.”

"I remembered what my mother said to me a few months ago, 'I will take care of you when you graduate from college and find a job, okay?' I felt a little sad for some reason. My home is in the countryside, and I watched the village go from bustling to quiet. Most of the elderly people were alone at home and did not know how to use their cell phones. When I walked from one end of the village to the other, I found that I could only count my former playmates on one hand.

After I graduate and find a stable job, I will definitely let my parents see the prosperity of the city. Their old age will definitely not be spent alone in a house with only a bowl and chopsticks [struggle][struggle][struggle]"

"When I was a kid, I didn't understand why old people basked in the sun.

I sit there for half a day.

I don't understand, the old man is fine.

I always like to walk on the ridges of the fields.

I only understood it when I grew up.

Everywhere I look, there are memories.

Whatever the heart thinks of is the past.

Everything I see is regret!"

“The countryside is a paradise in the eyes of the rich, a desolate place in the eyes of the poor, a distant place described by poets, and my eternal hometown.”

"Many years have passed, I have grown up, and they have grown old.

As I grew older, I changed and began to find them tiresome…

They can't keep up with the times. I move forward with the times and forget about them who watched me grow up...

In the blink of an eye, they were gone, and I woke up and began to regret, but it was impossible to make up for it...

Don’t let lack of time become an excuse, don’t let being annoyed become an excuse, visit your family more often, spend more time with your family, don’t regret it, don’t fall into guilt. ”

When those who have been away from home for a long time see the old man on the sky, they feel sad and upset. Don’t they also want to be filial to their elders at home and let them enjoy the happiness of family?

If you really can't leave, if you don't have studies and work to do, if you don't want to bring honor to your family and make money to support your family... who would be willing to leave home so far and go to a foreign land where they don't know anyone and become a stranger?

Qing Dynasty.

Ni Ruixuan, a talented woman who had just got married, looked at the elderly and staggering old man on the sky.

Thinking back to the time when she lost her father at a young age, it was her mother who took care of her diligently for so many years, even selling her property and taking her to live with her uncle who lived far away.

Although I am now in my husband's home, my longing for my mother has reached its climax and I can't help but burst into tears.

The river is too wide to sail, so please don't let me cross. I don't know if the near future is safe.

I shed tears for my parents in secret, but I am afraid that I will shed more tears for my children.

The river is vast and crisscrossed, making it difficult to navigate, so I can't return home. I wonder how you are feeling recently, mother?

Whenever I think of you, I always shed tears of longing. I know in my heart that you, mother, must also miss your daughter and shed even more tears.

I used to dislike my mother’s nagging at home, but now that I have left her arms and grown up and got married, I realized that only when I am with my mother can I be a carefree little girl.

……

Huang Jingren, who was about to go to Heliang to take up his post, lifted the thick door curtain and reluctantly said goodbye to his old mother. Looking at his old mother with white hair looking at him reluctantly, he felt full of melancholy in his heart.

On this miserable snowy night, I cannot be by my poor mother's side to show my filial piety to her, but have to be far away from her.

I couldn't help but sigh: Hey! I am really unfilial. What's the point of raising a son like him at home?

When he is old, he cannot be by his mother's side to serve her wholeheartedly, but instead travels thousands of miles away from home, leaving his mother alone in the empty room waiting for him. It would be better if he was not there from the beginning, so that the old lady would have fewer worries in her heart.