But when you finish watching a movie, the sky outside the window is already blue and purple, and the fresh air has a thin coolness. The plot of the movie flashed through my mind, and it was a different feeling.
Xiaowang experiences a different life every day, and gradually makes himself fuller, which is almost the same as a hollow person, but a person with cold hands has a "heart" that is warmly read.
Xiaowang's experience also made me cry twice.
There was a blue sky overhead, mottled grass underfoot, a long row of dilapidated low walls erected in front of it, and there were some small Japanese-style Japanese-style houses around.
There are two lounge chairs in the middle of the grass. They are not too close or far away. You can hear the whispers of the people on both sides, but you can't make warm movements.
It was here that Xiaowang met an old man who used to be a substitute teacher in a high school, a hollow teacher. Xiaowang has made new friends, and she likes people who are similar to her.
Among the strange reclining chairs, there is an oxygen bottle on a stroller-like thing, which is the means of transportation for the elderly and what keeps him alive.
The old man was smoking a cigarette, watching the sudden arrival, breaking the tranquil Xiaowang. On the other hand, Xiao Wang, who was sitting on the other side, knitted something like a glove.
"Hey, do you know a kind of insect called planktonic?" The old man's weak voice revealed vicissitudes, he asked Xiaowang, and it seemed like he was asking himself. "Floating... It died a day or two after it was born. So its body was empty, it had no stomach or intestines, but it was full of eggs." He paused, his eyes fell on the empty space, "It is What is born for the sake of being born, humans are not too different, meaningless..." As he spoke, he took a breath. Like talking about himself, he is also talking about the people in this city.
Xiao Wang looked at the old man as if he didn't understand, and couldn't help but sighed, "I'm also empty." She tapped her chest.
The old man's expression was a little surprised, as if he had found a confidant. "What a coincidence, so do I." He also tapped on his chest, "empty."
Xiao Wang felt that the old man seemed to be his own kind, so he discussed: "I still I'm wondering if there's anything else like that." Seriously.
"Recently, everyone is"
"Everyone?"
"Yes, especially everyone who lives in such a city." The
voice fell, and the old man's eyes were full of sadness, lamenting these empty shells, meaningless life. Xiao Wang seems to understand but does not understand.
However, Xiaowang didn't understand what the old man meant, and the old man didn't know that Xiaowang was really empty.
"You're not the only one" Xiao Wang seemed to only remember this sentence, a poem that the old man thought about for a long time before he remembered it. She is very happy.
In the picture, the old and the young are talking on two reclining chairs, at this time the sun is setting. Dim light, and the empty heart of the old man.
"Hey, do you know this poem?" "Poem?" "You don't know what a poem is? It doesn't matter..." "Life could be... I think, life could be..." while learning.
"Life may not be able to successfully complete itself, but is created.
For example, flowers, even if the pistils and stamens gather together are not enough, it still needs the visit of insects and the breeze to connect the relationship between the pistils and the stamens.
The essence of life On the other hand, we cherish an important lack and are fulfilled by the presence of the Other.
However, we are unaware and uninformed of this important lack of ourselves.
It turns out that we are the seeds that have been sown...
However, sometimes, a relationship that can be maintained no matter how hard it is to endure, just like this, is skillfully constructed by the world, why is this?
Horse flies, swimming in the light, slowly fly close to the blooming flowers.
I may also be someone else The horsefly. Maybe you are too, the wind that blew me."
This is a little poem that clearly understands but still can't let go. Indeed, we do not know what that gust of wind, or that horsefly, was. We are empty, we do not know what will be filled. Maybe it will never be filled, the cravings are hard to fill.
Not much to say, just click.
There are too many characters in the film. They may be the real protagonists of the film. Xiaowang is just the prototype of a new human being. The inner desire, the derivation of sex and values all appear in Xiaowang's performance.
This may be the author's point of view. People who have no heart are also gradually polluted in such an environment.
A store manager and otaku who longs for sex, a receptionist who longs for her own worth, and a surviving woman who longs to be forgiven. Single-parent families, sloppy women.
These messy people are put together, but they are the various forms of this city. It hurts Xiaowang who has a heart, she hates heartache.
The words "Welcome home" made Xiaowang warm, just like in the old man's home.
"I'm back."
The craftsman who made the doll learned about Xiaowang's feelings, so he took her to the waste pile upstairs to have a look.
He originally wanted to persuade Xiaowang. It can be seen that the craftsmen cherish their works very much, and they seem to have a heart.
"I will clean them up every spring, but unfortunately they are all incombustible garbage." After the craftsman said this, he felt a little regretful and embarrassed, and then he said, "However, after we die, it is combustible garbage... also It does n't make a difference"
"Can you tell me one thing, is everything you see here sad? Is there anything beautiful?"
Xiaowang nodded.
"That's good." There was a bit of luck in the tone.
"Thank you for making me"
"No, thank you. Let's go."
"I'm gone"
The expression of relief and regret on the craftsman's face, he should be a flower that has already bloomed, he met Xiaowang This horsefly, the old man is equally lucky.
But Chunyi didn't.
These two scenes made me cry, all of which made me sigh the author's perception of life.
It's not necessarily that the author is fully enlightened or full of confusion.
But he gave us ideas to keep thinking about, like that gust of wind, that fly.
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