When my father died, my mother was speechless, and the family was poor and we couldn't go to school, you didn't put me down, you dropped out of school to mend leather shoes , let me go to school; when the war started, I was taken away and panicked on the train going to an unknown direction, you didn't put me down, when you ran into the car and the soldiers wanted to take me back and finally fought with them When we were in a ball, my heart was peaceful; when we went to the battlefield together and my heart attack was about to die, you didn't let me go, you told me to breathe hard to save me back; when the officer refused to let go When I went home, you didn't let me go. You fought bravely for a medal regardless of your life, just to have the opportunity to send me back; when you got the medal but lost the chance to send me home, you You didn't put me down, you smashed things angrily while thinking about a new way to get me home; you didn't put me down when you found my pen beside the burnt corpse and thought I was dead , you threw at the enemy just to avenge me; when you murdered and finally found out that I wasn't dead, you didn't put me down, you resisted the army alone with your wounds and bought me a little time to retreat...
You worked hard for me, you charged into battle for me, you murdered for me, you betrayed the motherland for me, you died in battle for me... country, honor, medals, even Yingshun and mother, these It doesn't matter to you, the only important thing is that you can't let go of me, you want to send me home safely, and let me go home to be the eternal hope of my family. But brother, I always put you down, I don’t understand you, I’m angry with you, I hate you, so I turn my back on you, resist you, scold you, and leave you again and again, until the last time I stay in the cannon fire Give you a back...
How can I save you, how can I thank you, how can I let you hear me call you "brother" again.
After watching "The Tai Chi Flag Flying", I cried even more miserably than Lee Jin Suk, who found his brother's body at the end of the film.
I always put myself into every story I read like this, laughing and weeping with the fate of the protagonist, never being able to judge from a professional point of view, or even comprehending the connotation that the director wants to express, just writing for the story After reading one after another.
Watching films like this set against the backdrop of war, I always question every war waged for any reason. Zhang Yanghao said: Prosperity, the people suffer; death, the people suffer. Because of disputes between upper-level interest groups, people will kill each other. Can we only distinguish each other by ethnicity or nationality? Are we not all the same species?
"Boil the beans and burn the bean sprouts. The beans are weeping in the kettle. They are born from the same root. Why is it too urgent to fry each other?" Those who always say that only force can liberate XX have ever thought, why the happiness of each of our families is for those who are mixed up sacrificed to the ideology of the account? Aren't we going to liberate XX just to make them happy? Why should we sacrifice this happiness at the expense of it?
It's not wrong to love your country, but it's not a sin to love your family, right? Showing the most simple, uninstilled, and even the most contrary to moral honor and disgrace of human nature, maybe every soldier who fights on the battlefield is only fighting for his family, and the family is suffering in order to make them no longer. Those who suffer and are far away from their families want to reunite with their families as soon as possible, even if they go to die, no one is just fighting for the so-called sunshine, rain, and righteousness that have never benefited them!
I always think of the three-way warriors in "Welcome to Dongmo Village" who don't even know if they are fighting for justice or for the good of the superstructure. We are just fools, please let our foolish happiness go on.
Just like Zhenxiong fifty years later, all the nostalgia left to him by the war is not happiness; all the nostalgia left to him by the war is just a lame leg, the unfinished leather shoes left by his brother, and the memory of never returning Those broken happy memories that don't come.
So why does war still exist?
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