Landing on the moon is a CCTV program that I used to sit around the fireplace when I was a child. Sometimes it is also the Chinese dream of a family carnival on the Spring Festival Evening. It is a tool to promote the superiority of socialism. It has never been so grand and easy, it seems that there are only ten countdowns, and we will fly Chang'e in the blink of an eye. Every step you take on the moon is like a precision instrument panel in the command room, without the slightest error.
So this film truly moved me, the so-called first person is actually the last person - the last remaining one. When he walked into the cockpit, what he brought was not the excitement of all mankind, not the souvenir of his heart, but the responsibility that he couldn't let go. It was not the responsibility of all mankind, but the expectation in exchange for the lives of friends and brothers. If they fail, they are worthless to die, only if they succeed, they will be the shadow of heroes.
The language of the film is extremely microscopic. They are the fathers of neighbor children, friends drinking together, astronauts driving side by side, family members, friends, and living flesh and blood. When he walked out of the house, as an audience member, I didn't feel joy from the bottom of my heart, just worried, because each one could be the next.
But the picture of the movie is so macroscopic. In the face of the vast universe, we are nothing. No matter how big a dream is, it seems so worthless. No matter how precise the physics is, it seems to be full of loopholes. body.
Therefore, between such microscopic details, some people choose to daydream and stick to other people's dreams. In addition to the uncertainty and pain of life, reckless, to death for life.
"We have to fail here, so that we don't fail there"
"At what cost?"
“At what cost?! Is it too late to ask that question?!”
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