Flat, long, subtle, quiet.
The sky in the four corners of the small room is the whole world, and the sky in the four corners that no one knows about quietly collapses in the corner of the city.
At Haneda Airport, under the purple sky, the sound of rustling footsteps was long, and there was a small corpse of snow in the sliding suitcase, bringing snow to see the plane, Ming's trembling hands, covered with Saki's hands, two Hands folded together, no tears, only silence. The two of them went back on the tram with a muddy mess on their faces, looking dumbfounded. There are no bright smiles, crooked eyes, little shoes that creak when you step on them. Xue and Ming went to the station to wait for their mother, left a series of footprints in the snow, ate the last chocolate bean that was reluctant to eat, looked up at the speeding train and said to his brother that he wanted to go to Haneda to see the plane. Saxi painted a portrait, giggled and asked her brother if he could leave the carrots while eating, and fell asleep lightly on Saxi's lap on a summer afternoon, with a peaceful demeanor that was so beautiful that people could be intoxicated. But when he woke up, the dream was still shattered by reality.
It was Hirokazu Koreeda who did not use direct shots to show their bleakness and poverty, but firmly fixed on some seemingly trivial pictures: the overnight lunch at a convenience store, the rice soaked in instant noodle soup, and the snowy little hands were almost unable to hold it. crayon head, go to the park to pick up free tap water, and wear the same breeches all year round. In the hot and dry weather, the sweat soaked through the summer, the clothes were dirty, and the hair was wet. Standing on the edge of the cliff, without clothing and food, such repeated and difficult days, I don’t know when it will end, and I have long forgotten when it started.
Jingzi hid in the closet with her mother's clothes in her arms. The first time she saw her curled up there, she was puzzled. Later, she understood why. There was still a smell on her mother's clothes. Mama's hug wraps around. The red nails that my mother painted myself faded little by little until they disappeared, and my mother didn't come back. When my mother came back again, she accidentally knocked over the bottle of nail polish. The time was crawling, and the bangs grew slowly. To cover your eyes, the red marks on the floor have long been air-dried. On the tatami, she pressed the red piano toy with her fingers. She didn't know when the beautiful melody could flow under her fingers, and she didn't know when she could still see the touch of red.
The youngest boy, Zimao, was smiling from the beginning of the film. At the end of the film, he picked up a coin at the phone booth and ran to find everyone cheerfully, as if he was not worried or tired, and used up the money at home. The water feeds the weeds in the instant noodle bucket, the small balcony is full of vitality, the sunlight can get in, but it can't dispel the shrouded darkness, the weeds in the sewer mouth are arbitrary, and the seeds that come from I don't know where they come from, they are unintentionally sent. The buds, like these four children, don't know where to go. They grow up in a hasty world, but they bloom and flourish, but no one knows them.
Ming wants to use his immature shoulders to block the dark arrows of life for his younger brother and sister, and his small body sits at the table and carefully records expenses, worryingly planning for the next meal, but the friends he finally made are abandoned again. Calling his mother at the phone booth, he was so anxious that his forehead was sweating, but he hung up the moment he heard his mother's voice. What was he thinking at that moment, did he want to protect his mother's happiness? Or do you want to "dump" her once after hearing her mother's voice? He was worried about the livelihood of the four people every day, and the days were getting more and more embarrassing, but he did not choose to steal, did not accept the money that Saxi sang karaoke for them, and did not call his mother again, the little boy silently endured With the unbearable weight of life, the uncertain future, and the bleak future, the movie gave the people who were still alive the courage to continue their lives, but what about those people in the real case in reality? Still no one knows?
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