heinous bomber was brought to justice, took the initiative to plead guilty, and was sentenced to life imprisonment.
All the hatred, resentment, and blame were relieved and comforted
by the public opinion pressure that the authorities had borne.
it's over
it's really over
everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
As an audience who has watched from various perspectives along the way,
there is no indifference to the happy ending of watching a popcorn movie. I couldn't do it without throwing away the remaining half bucket of popcorn, leaving the dark cinema, walking through the promenade at the exit of the cinema, walking into the noisy and flickering shopping mall, ordered a tiramisu, and never thought about it again. From those entanglements just now.
And the American drama is different, and
this American drama is even more different.
It's a show that won't let you let go of those entanglements.
One of the reasons why I like watching such American dramas more and more is that it can accompany you like a novel, and nourish you but exhaust you like a long-lasting love. Make you unable to extricate yourself in the entanglement.
In this happy ending, accompanied by the grand background music with heavy bass, I actually cried to the point of weeping.
A girl like me who has to stand in line watching dramas, movies, and gossip suddenly doesn't know who to stand in this drama.
There is an episode of the show that features Ted the bomber,
his growth, his loneliness, his pain, his confusion, his cowardice, his longing, his world.
When he was young, he had pinned his hope for liberation from loneliness to many people, his close friend, the Harvard professor he longed for. But the selfish and decisive side of their human nature made him bury deeper and deeper in loneliness and helplessness.
Not as friendly as the natural things in this world.
There is no noisy and whitewashed language expression, but it is silently grand in silence. In his
cabin deep in the jungle
, the blue sky and white clouds in the crevices of the towering treetops, the soil soaked by the
rain
, open your arms and feel the naturalness that filters out the loud voices.
The moment he was brought to prison to face life imprisonment, perhaps he had flashed back to his life, and he could not see whether he was in pain or despair, only a quiet face like trees and mud.
The real pain is heart-wrenching, and the most incisive may be the kind of heart that is ashes after being torn apart.
Maybe it's not that the heart is ashes, it is defined as an indescribable state of sublimation, and it is also known.
So is he a perpetrator and a victim at the same time?
May all the loneliness, all the incomprehension, all the heart-piercing injuries, all the anger that burst into the veins, can be hidden in the natural magnanimity . Comfort and forgiveness in the soft mud of the soil in the rain
in the whirling of leaves in the wind
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