It's really shocking to watch, every scene is beautiful and unreal. At the end of the film, the beekeeper and her dog have become one with the countryside and desert. She is lonely and alone, where her own existence has become as beautiful as the local cliffs and the local weeds. The beauty of loneliness, the beauty of silence, the beauty of silence.
What is the meaning of life? If it were you, would you like to be like her? Would you like to live in isolation and live this life?
"Mom, you will die one day, what will I do if you die?"
"Mom, I'm not leaving here."
"Why?" "Because there is nothing else I can do, I can only do this"
I can't help but think of Li Juan and her "Nine Pieces of Snow", "Winter Pasture" and "My Altay". Chinese-style "Land of Honey". I think that's how her book came out.
Their lives are so different, so lonely, simple, pale, yet so alive. The vastness of the land makes their lives more vivid, and their reclusive lives make their silence fascinating. Their lives have taken a very different path from ours from birth, a path that very few people will take, a path that they cannot choose. Their lives also burn a different flame from ours, like a dark blue flame that burns quietly. Start, burn, extinguish in unknown corners.
How do they view their own life? How do they view the land? How do they see the meaning of their lives? Maybe I'll never know.
I really want to go over the wall and comment below the website and tell her that I am from China, I know you, and I want to taste your honey.
Finally, I couldn't help but want to say: this silent power, life is silent but powerful.
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