Halfway through my viewing, I decided I'd have to watch it with my kids in the future. Kindness is such a precious quality, and parents are an important mirror for children.
First of all, tell stories, very ordinary people get along and grow with others, and then tap the typical inspiration and warmth of psychology. The film itself is better than the title. Different from the single impression brought by the title, the film presents more variety, richness and delicacy. It's not really about how a boy can create miracles (please take the title more seriously next time~)
In view of this, I am willing to drink this bowl of chicken soup. The characters in the film have their own narrative point of view, which is really good, and everyone is not just what you seem to be. Everyone has unspeakable difficulties. Everything happens suddenly, not for no reason, no one is smooth sailing, and not all are candid from beginning to end. What you don't care about may not be ignored by others, what you didn't think of may not be thought of by others, and what you have no scruples may not necessarily be revealed by others. For a child like her sister who is always "fine, okay", who can think of her loneliness? Miranda's sudden indifference, who knows that it is the sensitivity and self-esteem brought by the family? Even your best friend needs a process of getting to know you. What he had inadvertently slandered would one day turn into a stand-up protection. What the director wants to highlight is the kindness of people. And who can do it? The reflection that the film brought to me is that of moisturizing things and silently. At the end, I thought that I should not think about M so coldly.
And some episodes burst into tears unwittingly. It constantly touches a nerve in the body. What does "home" mean? It is the fragile and warm habitat of ordinary people, the small nest where the brave people want to wander but miss on the road, and what a beautiful country should be imagined by the handicapped. It is sometimes not a solid, but more of a concept, a vision. In the second half, I glanced at a thing in the desk, and when I picked it up, I burst into tears. It was a "home" that H made by hand on my 22nd birthday, pillows, desks, little people... Every part was hand-sewn. Every day his roommate is sewing while he plays games (what an amazing picture). We had a conflict that day. At night he called me to the back of the dormitory and took out a small home. When the light came on, I crouched on the ground and cried. This clumsy little handicraft, after graduating from college, moved things to the house I rented, and then transported them home after half a year. I also saw my ability to protect things... Now, this home has been next to my mother's wedding photos. He has always wanted to protect all that I have. He knows my fragility and unbearableness, as well as my pride and madness. Because I once asked him will we ever have a home? His answer is always overwhelming.
The garden used to be overgrown with weeds, but with good care it always smells like flowers.
The world is cruel. If kindness is used as a mirror, there will always be a faint light illuminated.
Human beings are kind, but not one-sided. Even the weather is often rainy and bright, day and night here, why can't we understand that people sometimes and somewhere do not meet their expectations?
At the end, the most beautiful Miranda in the audience is presented~
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