Being able to live every day of the rest of my life into a poem is probably the ultimate in life.
Last night, I watched a Japanese documentary "Fruits of Life", which truly recorded the story of an old couple and Eiko. The husband is 90 years old and the wife is 87 years old. Yixiu is an architect. They lived in a house built on a hill for many years, which they built by themselves decades ago. Kind of like heaven.
All kinds of fruits, vegetables and trees are planted in the open space around the house, up to hundreds of them. They take care of themselves and cultivate them themselves. What is even more touching is that they packed mature fresh fruits and vegetables and gave them to friends and relatives far away. There is a self-made postcard in each box with a playful and warm greeting on it.
Every greeting is a poem. Then Xueyi and Eiko dressed beautifully and rode to the nearby post office to share their achievements and happiness with relatives and friends far away.
The opening words of "the wind blows off dead leaves, dead leaves nourish the soil, fertile soil helps the fruit, and the fruit of life grows slowly and steadily" run through the whole documentary. It is not only the soul of the whole movie, but also the most beautiful interpretation of Eiko and Yixiu's efforts and love for life.
A common saying is: always smile and work hard. This is probably their motto in life.
A few days before Hugh died, he was still designing houses for others. And every time you design, you should always refer to your wife's opinion. The cutest sentence: "Teacher Eiko, come and show me this link and tell me your opinion." Then my wife came over and walked over. This call will win the support of countless people. I wonder what kind of love preservative they use. Even the usual conversations are staring at each other, and their eyes are full of appreciation and love.
Knowing how to appreciate others is a kind of wisdom and virtue, and often appreciating a lover is the most expensive gift for her (or him).
What makes us even more envious is that at the age of 90, Yixiu and Eiko personally went to Taipei to sign their books. Yixiu painted their heads on the title page of the books bought by each reader, while Eiko was smiling at her forever handsome guy. She said, "We have known each other for 65 years, and we will never get enough of him." She added, "I think he is the most beautiful." Listen, do these sweet words make us all toothless? Then, after her handsome guy signed his name, the two of them snuggled up and left.
My mouth is watering. What kind of life is this? Place your residence in a tree-lined jungle, keep company with trees, talk to the wind and play with birds and insects every day. The four seasons in front of the house are evergreen, spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the cold comes and the summer goes, making ordinary days live into lyric poems. Sow hope in spring, count fireflies in summer, pick fruits in autumn, and weave dreams in winter.
Even the fallen leaves are a poem in their eyes. They are talking sweet words that only they can understand, rubbing the fallen leaves of the four seasons together as fertilizer and then conveying them to these crops. They wrote this process in the most beautiful language. They created happiness with their hands and poetry with words. They write bits and pieces of inspiration on cards, hang them on treetops, branches, windows and eaves ... and let love float in the wind.
After waking up, they greeted the sunrise with a smile and sent the sunset away peacefully after a busy day. There are so many fairy couples.
Live seriously and grow old gracefully. You are the mole on my palm, and I am the treasure in your heart forever. Our life is a poem.
In front of the camera, the poetic life of the two old people is enviable. Show their food, show their works and show their love words. They are not performing, they are enjoying life. They are telling the world that this is love, and this is knowing each other and cherishing each other.
One day at noon, I took a lunch break as usual, but I didn't wake up after waking up. He is like a sleeping baby, calm and serene. Eiko is not overly sad, because they are satisfied with their lives, have no regrets about their lives, and may be ready for each other's departure. In the final farewell, Eiko kissed his handsome boy and his lover, and then whispered to Hugh to wait for her there, because they had agreed to go to the South Pole together. A Hugh bid farewell to his beloved Eiko in the requiem and went to heaven.
Their best love in this world has come to an end for the time being. If there is an afterlife, they will meet again.
Love is a gift, and true feelings are infinite.
I live to be a poem, what more can I ask for?