The first time I went to Wudaokou to watch a movie, I was still relying on a voucher given to me by a fellow countryman a few years ago as a thank you.
I checked the time on the Internet, it was 8:40 pm, so I stayed at the company and took the subway.
It's been a long time since I sat in the cinema alone. I like this feeling and can experience it quietly.
The movie was finished crying.
Watching a movie, especially a person, especially in a movie theater, is always very involved, a feeling of being completely involved in it, the so-called involve in it.
I remember the schadenfreude when I heard the appalling news that morning in 2001; I watched "Fahrenheit 911" later, and the deepest memory is the phrase "a quiet, simple guy" and Bush's empty feeling when he was sitting in kindergarten. eyes.
Today, when I look back at the catastrophe five years ago from such an angle, all I have left are tears.
Stripped of nationality and religion, everyone is equal and has the right to live. The reason is that simple. It is a pity that the subjectively added meaning makes some things overestimated and others underestimated; or, the same thing is overrated for some people, but totally worthless to others.
When I watched "The Kite Runner", I was deeply moved by the tragic situation of the Afghans at the hands of the Taliban. There is no political element attached to it, it is just an Afghan description of his own country.
Thinking of the scenes on the ruins in Iraq, it is the poor who suffer the most.
At the moment of 9/11, the person standing in this position was an American.
All these politicians' handwriting, the ultimate bearer is indeed a real life. The fragility of life is obvious, so this moment of mutual support is deeply touching.
Don't want to condemn politics, although everything stems from these interests. Just going back to the people I saw at that moment.
The people who were in the building at the time were obviously unfortunate, but what about the people who were in a safe place and had to risk their lives to get there? When John clicked on the list of people who went to ask for help, the scene was not solemn, the environment was noisy. Because for them, they don't know what kind of danger awaits them. But I couldn't restrain myself in front of the screen, because this time, it is very likely that there will be no return.
The five people who risked their lives to enter the building in order to save the child had not arrived at the scene for help. In an instant, there were only two people left, and their lives were at stake. Going to rescue others has turned into expecting others to give me hope for survival. Such a sudden change made me a little uncomfortable. However, survival is the first, to survive, to go out alive, and to go out together alive! Talk to each other and answer, not to not be lonely, but to live. Started recalling with physical pain, and said maybe the last sentence "I love you" to my family. Only at this moment did I realize how stupid the usual mutual alienation was, and at this moment how much I cared about my family.
At the same moment, it was the family who were in chaos. Two families, two wives, were anxiously waiting, hoping for a little bit of news. "He's in!" Like a sentencing word, but still looking forward to the exact news, the best of course is to "come out", even an unacceptable fact is better than no news.
When the two wives passed by in the hospital, they looked at each other unconsciously, neither of them knew that the husbands of the two were encouraging each other, just to come out alive and reunite with their loved ones.
It is admirable for the "Marines" to sneak into the building desperately, but I understand the government's decision to stop the search and rescue. In order to avoid unnecessary casualties, the only option is to stop, nothing wrong. Although it was because of these two volunteers that John and Wel were lucky to be the 18th and 19th people to be rescued.
Only 20 people were rescued, and the remaining 2,000 people were buried in the rubble. Perhaps the son of a black woman whom Mrs. John met in the hospital was one of them. All the chagrin cannot be suppressed at this moment, "The most hateful thing is that I scolded him!" You will never know what will happen in the next moment, so there will be regrets, lifelong regrets. Mrs. john once said, "I can't remember the last thing I said to john." Fortunately, it did not become a goodbye. "Cherish every day, cherish every time we get along", even so, it is difficult to achieve. Strangers hug each other, and when they are helpless, they break through their skin color and everything. Thinking of the "hug group" I heard in the news a few days ago, the hug is really a signal of mutual trust and honesty.
The hospital is full of reminders of missing people. In each carefully selected photo, where are the people who look at everyone with a warm smile? The last time I saw something like this was during the Indian Ocean tsunami. One is a natural disaster, one is a man-made disaster.
The surviving people, "Welcome back!"
Seeing the end, the voiceover was saying "The brilliance of human nature" and so on, and wanted to smile bitterly. Human nature is not great, and it is often cowardly and full of weaknesses, and it is precisely because of the weakness of human nature that we need to embrace each other, right?
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