I have never been able to say no to the old man on the screen.
From "Pushing Hands" to "Butterfly" to "No Country for Old Men" to "The Birth of the Pope."
Being overly sensitive to family affection makes me emotionally vulnerable when watching such films.
Even if the body loses its vitality, it cannot stop their exploration of new things, their desire for life, and their attachment to the world. Helpless and lonely, they cry out from time to time for liberation and love through their quirky grumpiness. I have found these in my family.
Little old boy, little old boy, the older you get, the more like a child you are.
Maybe a lot of their actions made me incomprehensible or even ashamed, but I never had their perseverance, courage and belief.
Their footsteps seem to be unable to stop, trying their best to adapt to this new world and fulfill themselves.
The younger you are, the more you can see clearly and realize that there is still a lot to learn.
I love the director's picture to death. The colors are pure and soothing.
Harmony of blue and white tones when the hero and heroine are together.
The dazzling yellow on the walls of Oliver's studio.
Father's stylish red scarf.
Interspersed with real memories.
Toggle between father's age and son's age feature photos.
In fact, when I saw the daisies that came into view at the beginning of the film, I fell into it and couldn't refuse.
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