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Last night, I watched Brazil's "Central Station" again. The bright sky, the unsophisticated land and the crowd, the tears that are about to rush. Suddenly, I suddenly thought of Kitano Takeshi's 1998 "Summer of Kikujirou". Both are stories of a child and an old man looking for home and relatives; both are two unmarried old men with weird personalities living a lonely life, and both are two stubborn and innocent children; the movies are like road movies, with a long line There is no end to the road, the car drove past, walked past, sometimes you can hit a ride; the piano is so cheerful and sweet, the old man and the child at the end of the horizon are so stubborn, in the end it is the old man who is influenced by the child, reviewing and facing up to himself. In all the past summers, the memories of family affection that had been abandoned, smiled like a child.
Kikujiro went to the rural nursing home, and saw his demented mother from a distance through the glass, and turned sadly; Dora remembered standing in front of his father on the street when he was 16 years old, and asked him, do you remember me? In a trance, left sadly. The two children and two old men seemed to be crawling under the same summer sky, vividly performing the innocence, kindness, faith, introspection, and gratitude that were about to be lost, so real that I thought it was true, not a movie. However, the lights came on, the movie was over, and life had to go on.
A movie is still a movie, and life will still be life. The elders will tell you seriously, and they will tell you again and again: you must be a master of life and a master of communication in order to survive vividly. On the one hand, we yearn for the purity of others, but on the other hand, we are wreaking havoc on the remaining pure inner land. We regard the young children in "The Tin Drum" as freaks and do not want to be with them. This is the so-called paradox of growth. No one is immune to emperors, generals, traffickers and pawns. Genghis Khan wanted to exchange the entire empire for his childhood beloved horse, but there was nothing he could do.
Please remember two children, one is called Masao, living in Japan on the west coast of the Pacific Ocean, and the other is called Joshua. They set off from the city to find their mother and father on the edge of the tropical rainforest on the plateau of South America; the vast crowd, three thousand miles Looking for relatives, the young figure overlaps on a road called "Looking for". Next to him is an old and unconscionable old man, sometimes happy, sometimes deep. At the end of the road, before the end of the summer, the old man found another himself who had been damaged beyond recognition by time, and the child found his dream home. Well, in summer, there is greenery and everything is growing. Whether old people or children, there is endless vitality swaying in the wind.
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