fragrant tree
Mr. Su
We have two yards in our house, the other one that my brother inherited when he was four years old is his yard. There are sixty-nine trees in the yard, we counted them all, and this yard was our playground for a long time in our childhood. There is a tree in this yard that emits a scent when the sun shines.
When we were young, our playmates often stayed under the tree and waited for it to smell. At first we thought it was the smell of soap, and then we thought it was the smell of cosmetics. It was not until I had my first woman that I was sure it was a woman. Taste, a woman's taste is very complex and is a composite of various flavor components.
I was in my twenties when I confirmed the smell of this tree. I was very excited. I wanted to share this discovery with my playmates at the time. dead girl.
This tree has never had its definite title. It sprouted like a seed dropped by a migratory bird in its mouth. We have always called it the fragrant tree. The tree is not tall, it grows on the right side of the three cherry trees, and is surrounded by aspen trees that rush into the sky.
Every afternoon, the girl always said, go away, I want to pee.
We just ran away and waited for her to pee under that tree. Everyone knows that she is waiting to die. She has some kind of disease, a disease that we don't know about. Their family is all sick and waiting to die. She said that her urine was poisonous. She couldn't urinate on the ground to harm crops, nor on any other plants. She could only urinate under this wonderful tree. She said that she poisoned the tree to death. Because it shouldn't come here and grow up.
Her hair was dwindling, but she was happily with us every day, until she was sent to the outside of the village after her death, and buried far away. Children who died prematurely could not be buried in the village.
For many years after that, that tree has been alive. Every time I see that tree, I can always think of the girl's smiling face. She is never downcast, always smiling.
Time traveled to Beijing in 2018. After watching "I'm Not the God of Medicine", I thought of her more than 20 years ago.
This movie does everything it can, and as of now, to the best of its ability, no movie has dared to be so candidly identified as this, this one can.
I am accustomed to the accumulation of suffering emotions and uncontrollable sensational stories, the compassion of "The God of Medicine" is even more noble. This story expresses the hardships of awakening between people, the distance of understanding between people, and the begging The forbearance of understanding makes people pierce the chest with power, which has more stamina than crying, and the aftershocks are constant. This is the brilliance of a good realist work. We can still see "Alive", "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood", and "The Dust Settles" in such works. I was immersed in the emotions of the movie, and I felt that the lines of the story, and even the tone and speed of the actors were integrated with the theme. This feeling is the unparalleled charm of the movie.
The story, theme, performance and quality of "I Am Not a Medicine God", as well as the censorship we have to say, have all achieved full marks. It is a film close to greatness, and a work that allows Chinese filmmakers to gain dignity. I cried several times, for the characters and for the reality.
I am very familiar with the matter of "waiting to die". When I was a child, people in the village became ill and began to wait to die. Some people waited a long time, and some people died as soon as they waited. A disease that destroys a person and a family is full of things.
My first adventurous idea was to go to an old lady's house who lived alone, because everyone said she couldn't go because she was ill and was dying. I ran in and saw her lying on a bamboo mat. I asked her, what are you doing? She said slowly, I am waiting to die. I said, just wait. She said, I am waiting to die every day, and I have lost my family.
Death education is advanced in my heart, and death is almost God's will for me, because poverty makes life lose its chance.
It is rare for a film to use a tragicomedy approach to make the complexity of a story so thorough.
Genius director Genius story Genius acting. This is a work that stands by its own quality, not flattering at all. The bottom-level narrative angle, discarding all elitist expressions, is naturally combined with the register of the story. The use of classical narration also makes the story real and not collapsed, and the performance is in place to make the sense of reality just right.
If it wasn't for the release of this movie, I would have almost lost interest in domestic movies, and I would numb myself to make up "stories" in the context of entertainment.
I hope the movies I like have their own language, and the language of the movies and TV dramas I have seen in recent years is the same, they are close to the same, close to each other, there is no unique language system of movies, no personality, no temperament.
The kind of artistic feeling that I am more excited about is: Borges' imposing grandeur, Marquez's majestic and mysterious, Ron Rush's rich and agile, Yu Hua's ingenious and stern, A Yi's rough and dark, Xiao Jianghong's glamour Magical.
Therefore, I have been obsessed with words for a long time, but I can't find the collision brought by domestic movies, which brings me that kind of heart-wrenching and vivid sense of power. Because I am weak at heart, because my writing environment pays attention to entertainment, pays attention to the strangeness of the story, and the logic of identification is assumption, and I never seek to cut in before the assumption.
"I'm Not a Medicine God" made my movie heart beat again, and it saved my expressiveness—the world didn't deserve her to die.
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