In the middle of the film, the boy sings behind the barbed wire. At first, I thought it was the sound of the soundtrack, but when the camera swept across his sincere face, I was shocked to realize the source of the singing. (Probably because of the dubbing). The background is a rose-colored sky, and the sun is in the center of the curtain, which has a gradual beauty and desolation. Immediately, everyone will think of the flag of the island nation and the title of the film. Coupled with the boy's never-ending singing, here, a small climax is achieved.
An Englishman, in a foreign land, in Asia, witnessing a major anti-Sis war in World War II, he longs to fly, to fight, for something new and exciting, for parents, for family. At the same time, at the bottom of my heart, I think I also hope for a peaceful truce back to England and to the pool.
Contradictory thoughts are like me and other submissive people who can't stand on the front line of flood control and disaster relief, commenting on this heavy rain hitting the city with a strange perspective. Although I am well aware that if it is too violent, we too will fall prey. But like the boy's hope, it's weirdly real.
However, we are different after all. He is literally living in the war, with gunpowder, war, his dreams of flying and an impulsive desire to die -- "the bones are buried on the runway". It's all so vivid and lifelike, because if he's not careful, war without eyes will make his dream come true. But we are different. There are various projects, measures and pervasive media that are always on the front line. Public opinion will make the flood pour to the other side. And our so-called fool's dream is just talk.
Zhou Yunpeng said that Hu Lancheng is a "floating flower and a wave of core", "lack of character", "a promiscuous political figure", "playing with women", "going alive", and not participating in the real Shanghai, while Yu Dafu and Su Dongpo are life and literature. Create, have an intuitive participation experience. Perhaps the same is true for the boy. As a special group of expatriates, he has witnessed the resistance and brutality of the bloody storm. At the same time, he also experienced the fire of war, death, and the life and death of his peers. And these are the hardships that we never imagined in the pattering rain, which requires the courage to sacrifice. Of course it is impossible.
So I am glad that I live in such an era of general peace and local wars that I can dream of and will not be killed by new weapons. Even though I have always advertised that I want to go to Middle-earth to fight, if I had the choice, I would rather stay here, in this damp and ambiguous small town with no big or small crisis. After all, the sun here has never fallen one day.
2011. 6.20 AM
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When I typed it down on the computer, it was already at night. There was simply no rain for a day. The weather station said that there will be very little rain in the next few days. Another person walks on the once flooded avenue. The street lights are soaked. The willows on the avenue can be rebuilt. The dam can be replanted
. I wish every day was like this.
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