What can movies really teach us? It is babbling and silent, or thrilling, or brilliant, telling us a story.
People love to hear stories, don't they?
It's a bland story, full of details, and a take on Japan's unsophisticated family life. The death of the eldest son many years ago is the reason for the family reunion every year. The wounds healed with almost no traces, but in just one day of life, you can see the dull life status from the subtle points.
Sometimes I can laugh out loud, it is knowing and life-like.
In summer, children blindfolded and beat watermelons in the garden.
Many years ago, my grandmother discovered an affair with her grandfather. At that time, she accidentally heard a song, which became her favorite.
The second son was on ice watermelon, and he grabbed the handrail in the bathroom to see if the old father might fall.
They wrap corn kernels together and fry into delicious-looking tortillas.
The second son and his wife still felt that it was too much trouble to spend the night at their parents' house, so they could leave after dinner next year.
After the parents and the second son separated, both of them remembered the answer to that question, and both lamented that it was too late. Life was going on and on, but the mother still didn't realize her wish to go shopping in her son's car, and the father didn't play another game with his son. In this bland narrative, Xia Zhizhi shouted.
A few years later, the second son brought his wife and children to visit his parents' tomb. He took a water scoop and poured it on the tomb. Summer is too hot.
The way we live now is to do it knowingly that it will be regrettable. Just because it doesn't seem to regret it. It goes by like this, and I will recall it later.
Never said love.
We watch these movies, so many movies, let them flow past our eyes, but still maintain the way we live now. This is what I regret tonight.
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