Aid girls, no matter how reluctant they are when it comes to this word, many people will take it for granted that they hold the mainstream view of society: bad girls who are engaged in aid communication. Not many people would consider the reasons behind this phenomenon, let alone the reasons for the social system that caused it; and not many people would doubt the rationality of the basis of division itself, let alone the rationale behind it. the rationality of the social system.
151 years ago, in "Les Miserables", Hugo put forward three problems that the times urgently need to solve: "Poverty makes men down, hunger makes women down, and darkness makes children weak." From the current point of view, these three problems may got a certain solution. But other problems that arise from it (such as assisted dating girls) are still serious, and it is certain that they will still be quite a long time to solve. Then, before effective social systems and measures take full effect, if we are not busy with rashly qualitatively and indignantly criticizing them, but rather analyze them with empathy and give them sufficient and equal care, understanding and help, perhaps the world will would be much nicer.
"Like Love in the River", I don't know what the original meaning of Japanese is, I hope it is an assumption in Chinese - it is like bathing in a river of love, but in fact it is just an illusion. In the past, I couldn't hold back about slow motion, and always felt it was too long and procrastinated, but the slow motion of this film gave people a lot of pain. The whole story is just actions, expressions and language, and the reality of manipulating people, without active imagination and ideals. From an idealistic point of view, I would rather have Akiko's memories of her warm past with her grandmother and her vision of graduation ideals, but the fact is that the director gave up the specific imagination and chose the entire imagination space, and also gave me this poem.
I dedicate this to the thinker rather than the conformist, the rebel rather than the obedient, the living rather than the dead.
Grandma
- To Mingzi
My grandmother was
shivering in the text of the monument at Grand Central Station
The cold of the night Weaved a scarf
and a noose waiting for my final judgment
My silence was hiding in the car window
The raindrops were running away
My eyes were full Tears
it's about to swallow me and my grandma's past
You're like a lost little girl
with gray hair and cramped wrinkles
in a neon-showing crowd
and your gleaming granddaughter
But then you bring With 5 birds and a beautiful
spring, standing among the flowers in front of the school,
you hugged me
Your black and fragrant hair said, I am the sun
and now I have become a star
I am just my boss
after burning with money Moment of smoke like opium Desires
are stranded from life to death
I've already been loaded into a taxi 80 miles
It will lead to the smell of a poet
I put lipstick on my lips and tongue
They will smile and kiss
me I no longer remember the disgusting
old poet who was fattened by his bloated wisdom.
His kind beard and staggering back were like my grandfather
, but from the corners of his eyes he drooled, "Oh, baby, I'm lonely!"
How many like me I lost my grandma and
my grandpa, but was forced to pick up the clothes of my "lover"
I don't know because
all I have left is the joking love of others and the hanging of judgment
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