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Movies Are a Kind of Nostalgia

Jiang Bohan

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Dad was in school throughout his youth. I rarely saw him before I was six years old, and if I did, it was only for a short time. He doesn't appear in front of me every day. Sometimes we only see each other once a week, sometimes even once a month. Only in winter would he appear under the kerosene light of my mother and me wearing that big blue cotton-padded jacket. Sometimes, before dawn, Dad would open the door again and push his bicycle away. Dad's footprints and wheel marks were stamped on the thick layer of snow.