Tribute to the animation master: Takahata
was born to live. That feeling of direct sunlight on the skin. Like all birds, beasts, insects and fish, we belong to this gentle and cruel nature at the same time. Even with the advanced technology and civilization, you and I are in this reinforced concrete building, and we still have the most basic and inextricable connections with this world that have remained unchanged for thousands of years.
Remember, please live as one.
Until Kaguya Monogatari directed by Takahata, no Ghibli work has impacted my view of nature so strongly, and even exerted a profound influence on my outlook on life. In my eyes, it has an epic narrative like "The Valley of the Wind" and director Miyazaki's pinnacle "Princess Mononoke", which is also concerned with the theme of "how people should live", cannot be reached. It is a distant and ancient legend, but it is more like a whispered whisper and a melodious nursery rhyme. In the style of ink painting with simple and delicate lines, it brings you a sad and sad but healthy and upward story. Although it failed miserably at the box office, it is definitely a rare artistic treasure.
I do not have the ability and qualifications to appreciate or analyze this masterpiece made by the lazy man Takahata, only talking about individual cognition. Bamboo (or Princess Huiyao) is a completely pure and flawless individual, but at the same time, the filthy social environment does not seem to allow such an individual to exist in her ideal state of id. Bamboo is indeed living a life carefully. In the constant dealing with the psychology of a child and the world, she finally learned to cover up and disguise in front of others, which has even become the normal state of her life. Bamboo naturally didn't want to live like this. She had escaped, and in the madness of the moonlit night that was both true and illusory, what she saw was the mountains and forests in the middle of the winter that were being ravaged by fate just like her. The mysterious charcoal burner broke off a budding branch from the tree and told her: The mountains and forests are not dead, they are just waiting for spring. That night, Zhuzi realized that her life might be the same as that of the mountains and forests. It was only in the winter that she should and could live bravely. The mountains and forests were enduring, and so should she. Since then, Bamboo has obediently removed his eyebrows, and his teeth have been painted black as the so-called noble princess is required.
However, spring did not come as expected. The criticism of life even intensified. Takahata's fairy tales are cruel, but this cruelty is extremely real. The world is inherently ruthless, and it will not pity your personal feelings at all. Naturally, this is the case, and so is the society. All you can do is try to survive. When Emperor Yu forced Zhuzi to obey his will, Zhuzi finally turned to the moon for help, and through this, he realized that he was the fate of being relegated to the mortal world and polluted. In fact, Mr. Gao discussed the proposition of crime and punishment on the moon here. The heaven made Bamboo feel the ugliness of the earth, and hoped that she would turn to the eternal, quiet and solemn world of desirelessness. There was such a helpless moment, Bamboo thought of returning to the moon, and fleeing forever, no longer living in this world. But after learning that the program to welcome her had started, Zhuzi immediately regretted it, how much she longed to live like a person! She realized that she was born to live. She was originally exiled because of the forbidden land. After living in this filthy world, she did not have any hatred for the so-called "evil". She only felt that she could perceive it like a person. , how wonderful life would be. The distant song is sung like this: "Insects, birds and beasts, grass and trees and flowers, flowers bloom, trees bear fruit, even if the last carving is zero; birth, growth, even if it finally goes to death, the four seasons rotate the earth's life in order. All awake. Birds, insects and beasts, grass and trees and flowers, come with spring, summer, autumn and winter, turn and turn, go back and turn, the waterwheel keeps turning and turning, to that distant time, back and forth, Recall my heart. Birds, insects and beasts, grass and trees and flowers, please try to breed the kind of human that you are looking forward to. The pine wind is like a call back, and you will return as soon as possible. In the end, the Bodhisattva induces her to say that she will be troubled. Forget all, when leaving this filthy land and returning to the clear moon city, Bamboo said, this place is not filthy, whether joy or sorrow, the creatures on this land are all radiant, birds, insects, beasts, Grass, trees, flowers, and human touch. However, the Bodhisattva still covered her with the moon feather, which made her forget everything.
Yes, all creatures on this land are glowing with brilliance, and as human beings, we are also a branch of the creatures on the earth, and we should also live, love, and perceive as one person. Like bamboo, we are a godsend to our parents, and we all have that innocent childhood that screams in the wind in the field. Later, our destiny will blend with the world, we will fail and even despair. But it will still be a world worthy of our love and affection, even if it is full of violence, authoritarianism, selfishness and stupidity. Because it is so fortunate to drift in the cosmic space that can nurture life after all, the seasons change from cold to summer, and all things shine, giving people the cheapest and priceless warmth and touch. Like Bamboo, she puts on a feather coat, just as we are going to the death that we have to face, all memories will be lost, and life will be separated from the earth and rise into the ethereal void, which is helpless. The only thing that can be done is to live like a person, feel and create the beauty of fresh life before that. Just like the theme song "Memory of Life" sings: Even if you go very far, even if you don't know when, even if it is life, it has come to an end, everything in the present, everything in the past, we will meet again, there A nostalgic place. This world is worth a trip, and we should live no matter what. This is my small opinion on the final work of Takahata, who has reached the end of his artistic life.
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