The old man reflects on himself and examines his past in the punishment of loneliness. Nightmares tormented his desolate heart, and also used a cold way to wake him up.
Mother, is cold; myself; is cold; son, also inherited cold. The daughter-in-law's crying, timidity and consternation pointed out the family's reincarnation and fate. Callous, selfish, and lonely in the end? Three generations have not died.
The mother began to talk about the child's past, hoping for a little more company. She took the unbearable cold and worked hard to get closer to the warmth. In just a few short sentences, I saw an old lady who hated being alone was struggling to change something.
The dream revealed the truth, and the dream gave him the truest hypothesis. He was found guilty, but only in a dream. No matter how real the dream is, it is only a dream! Punishment, no matter how cruel, but as long as it is in a dream, it will at most break out in a cold sweat, and then he knows how to repent in reality.
In my life, I don't want to forgive old people who are cold and selfish when they are young and look lonely and pitiful when they are old. Can the last repentance be exchanged for the hurt to others? Why did you know this earlier? You are old and lonely, and you repent there so that you are not alone, hoping to be forgiven for a happy old age? ! What about those who have lived in the selfish ruthlessness you once were? Some things happen, they happen, and they cannot be dismissed as non-existence.
However, the old man in the film is too repentant, and his loneliness is unbearable. His eyes, his wrinkles, his breath... The movie gave him a happy ending, and I'm relieved, but also unfair.
Thinking of my own life, should I forgive the elderly? Is he/she really so afraid of loneliness and repentantly? However, I can't forget the past. What's more, I didn't know that he/she was afraid and repented.
Smultronstället, makes me stop watching movies about the emotions of the people around me. In their respective small worlds, they are looking for a broadness and more relief, but how do they go beyond their own boundaries? Or, we simply don't know where the boundaries lie. I don't know where my boundaries are. I once wanted to know how big my little world is, but now I'm not so interested in finding answers for myself. I want to forget about that sideline that still doesn't know where it is.
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