When I watch the magician, I don't know the final outcome. There is very little dialogue in the whole film, but there is always beautiful music lingering in my ears, which is quite a bit of a silent film. However, a really good movie is one that attracts the audience with its pictures without the need for extra language.
As a European literary animation, this film has various interpretations, such as the decline of the general category of art, the persistence of artists, and so on. But when the last ray of light in the film went out and the picture of the magician staring at him from time to time (his daughter) appeared on the screen, I knew that the biggest emotional core of this film was still fatherly love.
It just so happens that today is my father's birthday, and it just so happens that I watched such a movie again today. I don't know if it was an arrangement or something. Father's love is like this movie, taciturn and silent. He always does something silently for us. Many people hate the girl in the movie, saying she is vain and ungrateful. But I have to admit, I'm just like that girl, I even forgot it was my father's birthday today, or if my mother called me in the morning to remind me to remember to say a happy birthday to my father. The magician bought the white trench coat, high heels, and blue dress she wanted for the girl, washing the car, and being a model in the window. Let the girl think that magic really exists in this world. And when the girl found her love and snuggled into her boyfriend's arms, the magician just silently and carefully avoided them, leaving a note saying "Magician does not exist" and quietly left. Just as he quietly walked into the girl's life and gave her the most wonderful magic in the world.
When I just went to college last year, I didn't know how to save money, and I spent a lot of money all at once. Dad never complained on the phone, just asked: how is it, is there enough money to spend? My mother told me that my father taught calligraphy outside on weekends and got up at 6 o'clock every day. And when I go home during the summer vacation, I still don't make people worry. Dad even rushed home at 9 to wake me up after work. Thinking of all kinds of things, I suddenly feel that I hate it, and even the girls in the animation will cook delicious food and wait for the return of the magician. And I just ask for it.
But every father is like a magician in a movie, they don't blame the girl, they do everything they can to fulfill all her wishes, all her vanities. They want her to believe that there is magic in this world. Because fatherly love is the greatest and most magical magic.
Mom and Dad, I love you. I will never leave you.
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