Back in the beginning, when I rushed into the theater with the movie ticket for "The Wandering Earth 2", there were still uncleaned snowflakes on my down jacket. The moment the screen lit up, I suddenly remembered my father, who was always fiddling with astronomical telescopes on the balcony - he said that human beings were just a grain of sand in the universe, but he stubbornly painted the starry sky all over my childhood textbook.

Watching the film is like experiencing a weightless journey. When Zhou Zhe said bluntly, "In the current crisis, there is only responsibility", the little girl in the front row suddenly grabbed her mother's hand; Tu Hengyu uploaded the picture of his daughter's digital life, which made the entire theater sound of sobbing one after another. At the end of the show, I saw the white-haired old man holding his mobile phone to take the end credits, and the blue light on the screen reflected the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and at that moment, I suddenly understood that science fiction movies are not only an imagination of the future, but also a reflection of the emotions of the present.

Walking out of the theater, the cold night wind is wrapped in firecracker debris, and the neon of street shops flows like a galaxy on the snow. I dialed my father's phone, and a familiar coughing voice came from the receiver: "Is the movie good?" Jupiter's Great Red Spot is much more shocking than special effects. "At this moment, I suddenly realized that human attachment to home has never been the patent of grand narratives, but the concern hidden in every ordinary day.

I heard that "The Wandering Earth 3" is going to show the ethical dilemma of interstellar immigrants, and I am both looking forward to it and apprehensive. I hope that director Guo Fan can continue to wrap the soft core with hardcore sci-fi - after all, in the countdown to the apocalyptic crisis, what is really moving is never the cold scientific and technological parameters, but the warm souls who still choose to be in love with each other in a desperate situation. Maybe in the next part, we can see more starlight of ordinary people, just like my father and I, each other's gravitational anchors in the vast universe.