The entire film is almost every shot in detail. I used to think that people should squeeze themselves and spur themselves to find their ideals and then rush forward like a bison. In fact, I think highly of myself.
Yesterday, I was very tired. I complained a few words to my colleagues on Facebook before I got off work in the afternoon. When I was seen by a foreign teacher at school, I wrote a long letter to comfort me and remind me to pay attention to my words and deeds on the Internet. Life is ridiculous and boring. When watching the film, I couldn't help but want to substitute it. If Yongyuan was me and I was Yongyuan, he would probably give my colleague who likes to make troubles a warm smile and take an inspirational photo on Facebook. , and I almost collapsed immediately when I got the death sentence - it turns out that being strong is really not something to talk about.
Xu Qinhao's strength is to use details to make me feel as if I am looking at the life around me instead of the other side far away from me. The same lens language made me feel dull and angry a few days ago and yesterday - I can't. Forgive such overwhelmed acceptance of the fact that the years pass by. But the same shot made me feel a little warm and compassionate today.
Regarding the attitude towards death, I know that there are a lot of people who can face it with an attitude that is detached to the point of inhumanity, and even record the process of death in an extremely perverted way. And we are only mortals in the end, obsessed with the beauty of life, relying on our own family - whether we admit it or not, like beautiful girls, and brothers who can cheer each other up and work hard, no matter how brave we pretend to face it Saying "Fine, I'm fine" can't resist the great sadness at night. Hiding in bed and crying is probably the best way to go.
Regarding love, I still can't talk about such a subject. We all missed a lot, and even I can't judge whether Yong Won did the right thing, can the last picture hanging in the window give some comfort to the lost Delin? Does love have to fade like old photos?
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