Mario is the son of a fisherman, but he hates the fishing net, which has bound his father all his life, like sorrow. He doesn't know what beauty is. The tides of the sea, the wind passing through the forest, the stars in the night sky... In his heart, the best evaluation is nothing but ordinary. Knowing that one day, the poet Neruda came to his world.
Neruda was a great communist poet of intellect. In those turbulent times, he was beaten as a villain and ended up on the island where Mario lived. With his arrival, Mario got a special job - a temporary postman - a postman for the poet Neruda. Mario's life was so simple and pure that he had never heard of Neruda until he found a job as a temporary postman. But he learned later, that Neruda was a brilliant communist poet. But he didn't envy it, maybe he didn't even know what communism was, he didn't even read any of Neruda's poems. However, after delivering several letters, he began to admire the talented poet. Not because of Neruda's brilliance, or his beautiful poetry, but because he noticed that Neruda was written by women. Mario is a normal person who is not married or even in love because of his mediocrity and the poverty of his family. It was fascinated to see so many women writing to Neruda. So he began to worship Neruda, and because of this worship, he became madly involved in a hobby - writing poetry. He used the time he was delivering letters to ask Neruda for advice, even visiting on ordinary days, so that, like Neruda, he could write poems that would make those women worship him. Every time Mario had a lot of questions, but Neruda said that the poem could not explain it. Later, under the persistent questioning of Mario, Neruda said: Let’s start with metaphors. Poetry is what you see in this Mediterranean. The beautiful azure blue couldn't help but admire in despair. Just this sentence, how esoteric to Mario. But Mario persisted, insisting on discovering that beautiful blue, that desperate admiration.
For beauty, Socrates once explored its essence and put forward the view that usefulness is beauty. This also explains why Mario thinks Neruda's lines are beautiful. Because he knew that Neruda used his beautiful verses and his desperate admiration to ignite the fire-like enthusiasm in the hearts of countless women. Then, if he learns to write poetry, it will have the same effect, so poetry is useful and therefore beautiful.
With the feeling of the beauty of poetry, the pursuit of the beautiful blue, the desperate admiration, and the infinite reverence for the world, Mario still rides a worn-out bicycle and sends Neruda the letters of the women. letter. But the rough mountain road became smooth, and the frozen air became fresh. The longing for the beauty of poetry lingers in the air, slowly lingering, slowly, slowly. Delayed to Ayatris, the most beautiful woman on the island. Mario's new beginning throbbed, and he said innocently to Neruda, "I'm in love."
Kant once said: Beauty is the symbol of freedom. Ayatris is the most beautiful woman on the island, the niece of a tavern owner, and Mario is the son of an ordinary fisherman, a temporary postman, and they don't belong to the same household. However, love is beautiful and free, especially in the new era. To pursue this freedom, to pursue this beauty, Mario must fight for it. Because of Neruda's connection, Mario decided that only beautiful poetry could help him pursue that beauty. Driven by this drive, he couldn't wait to become good friends with Neruda. Under the guidance of Neruda, Mario also wrote his first metaphor: I am in love, what should I do? Love is painful, but I want to continue to suffer her. She picked up the ball he handed over with her slightly open lips, and she stuffed the note he wrote into her deep cleavage. When she wasn't smiling, she was already able to capture people's souls. That wonderful curve was simply a gift from God.
The distance between the poet and the fisherman is not the sea, but the mind. Although the beautiful Neruda and the pure Mario are separated by a deep sea and a sad fishing net, their natural sensibility for beauty fills the gap in their thinking. They began to go for a walk by the sea together, admire the tide of the sea, feel the wind passing through the forest, and exchange the sorrow of not getting love.
The world is the unity of beauty and goodness. The kind-hearted Neruda watched this pure and simple Mario persistently pursue love, and he couldn't help but send out his kindness to Mario. He felt that "poetry does not belong to those who write it, it should belong to those who need it." So Mario began to follow Neruda's poems to try to impress Ayatris. However, the slightly dull Mario looked a little embarrassed when he recited a love poem to his lover for the first time. The pursuit failed, and he had to turn to his friend Neruda for help. Neruda was dragged to the tavern by Mario, and they "showed off" to make Ayatris impress Mario. Mario looked at the beloved Ayatris "I send red signals to your ecstatic eyes, like the sea slaps the shore with the lighthouse; you are silent, my far-away sweetheart. From your gaze The coast always shows panic." Ayatris could not feel the panic of the coast, so she chose to go to the sea to feel it for herself. Mario was waiting for her there, holding a love poem prepared for her. Ayatris strolled along the seashore with her shoes on, her feet fully enjoying the gentle kiss of the sea water, the breeze was slowly, her hair was fluttering, and the fragrance wafted into Mario's nostrils, tempting that beautiful verse floated out of Mario's air . The fragrance of the hair, the beautiful verses float in the air, there is a kind of love, like the breeze of the Mediterranean, poetry swept through their hearts. Socrates once proposed that "suitability is beauty". No, under the guidance of the fragrance of hair and beautiful poems, they found that the other party was suitable for them, and thus, a beautiful love rose quietly in their hearts. Aristotle also said: Beauty is what induces pleasure and pleasure. When Ayatris and Mario's love quietly rose, they must have found pleasure in each other's graceful posture and pure poetry, and then the arrow of Cupid, the god of love, shot through their hearts.
Love rose quietly, friendship continued to last. Soon Ayatris and Mario entered the palace of marriage. Under the interweaving of love and friendship, Mario has his own world.
At their wedding, however, Neruda announced that he had been pardoned by the intellect and was about to return to his homeland. After Neruda left, Mario continued his pursuit of beauty. Taking the tape recorder that Neruda left behind, Mario is here to record more beauty: the tides of the sea, the wind passing through the forest, the church bells, the stars that fill the night sky, Pablito's wife The heartbeat in the body, and the sound of his father closing the net when he was fishing... With Kant's "theory of aesthetic innocence", Mario discovered a lot of beauty that can be used as a metaphor. The reason why a poet is great is that he has a pair of eyes that will discover. Mario has been able to see with his eyes and feel beauty with his heart, and he has the foundation to become a great poet. He continued to pursue. In honor of his great friendship with Neruda, Mario wrote his first poem, which he prepared to read publicly at the parade. But the sudden riot cost him his life, and he didn't even see Pablito... However, his wife Ayatris still loved him and gave birth to Pablito for him; his friend Neruda still Remember him, even though he didn't write a letter or even mention a word about Mario after he returned to China, but driven by his thoughts, he returned to the island to watch Mario...
The whole film, the director used The soulful and unrestrained harmonica, the elegant and colorful violin, and the melancholy accordion are used for the soundtrack of the film. It is simple and natural, but it fits the theme and regional characteristics of the film. The theme is full of pirate local flavor. The film has been well extended and sublimated in terms of emotion. The simple and pure Mario spent his short life on the beautiful island. The longitude of friendship, the dimension of love, and the elegant and gloomy rhythm have drawn him a beautiful and happy world.
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