After watching this movie, I have to write something right away. The important thing is not what I wrote, but I want to express that this type of incident is almost a common pain for most of us born in the 1990s, and it is time to face it.
I wanted to see this movie a long time ago, and it dragged on for eight years. In terms of procrastination, I am truly invincible. The first time I wanted to watch this movie was when I was starting to get out of the shadow of childhood abuse, so I wanted to see these kinds of movies that were changed based on real cases, which resonated a lot.
But at that time, I watched "The Girl in the Morning Sun" first, and I felt sobbing and heartbroken. I wanted to record my feelings, but my heart was so painful that I didn't write a word. This time is also very difficult, even though I have gone through a lot, and can even face life and death, but I am still full of indignation at this kind of thing
, I can't do anything, and after so many years, I still can't do anything about it.
A girl died slowly after being tortured. What kind of despair did she experience in the process? I thought she could really escape, but in the end... it was just a beautiful fantasy before her death. She didn't escape, she didn't have any fault at all, she was so pure and kind, and she caused disaster because of her concern for others, can you believe it? This world can really be just because a person is kind, so she is doomed to die! What the hell is it? If this is just a movie, just lie to my tears, but this is actually what happened in this world! I really don't understand the cause and effect relationship.
We always say that we still have to expect the world to be beautiful. Is it beautiful? What is the difference between this world and hell for the girls in these two cases? I was so uncomfortable, I couldn't even shed a single tear, it was all stuck in my heart. I am also struggling in this despair, will I be luckier than them? Have I escaped the clutches of fate? Would it be luckier to be alive?
It's better to let me die in despair than to give me false fantasies to hang me again and again, and then to suffer in this life again and again. I really don't want to continue, I don't know how to get rid of it, if I really died, I wouldn't cry silently every night, all the pain has made you decide to die a hundred times, But don't know why? I still hold my breath, one after another, until the last time, I have drained all the tears and blood, numb, no fear of the final death, only a strong longing. And when you have this kind of desire, you often can't die, and the final death comes unexpectedly, but of course, this is the real death.
Luckily or unfortunately, they died and I stayed on earth at the cost of making a deal with fate. I cut through my flesh and sternum, and I cut out my heart and gave it to the god of destiny, in exchange for my peaceful life in the future. I did what I couldn't do ten years ago, I betrayed the promise I made to myself ten years ago to survive. Don't ask me why I live? I do not know. I'm not even sure if that counts as living.
These pains are not unique to me. How did everyone end up? Life or death, good or bad, who knows! Although I am alive, I may not really be alive. If death can make the world more sober to see that some people are suffering from inhuman abuse, then I will choose to die without hesitation. In this regard, drinking ice for ten years is difficult to cool the blood.
Originally, I simply watched a movie, and then I forgot about it, but this is generally the case recently. But I couldn't calm down the turbulence stirred up in my heart for a while, thinking about my fate, thinking about the fate of these two girls, I cried to the point of choking, and the tears fell down. For people like us to live, it is best not to have a good memory. If we can forget it, forget it. We have to continue to walk while we are alive. With these pains on our backs, we will really struggle in bitter waters in the days to come.
Everyone has their own grief, and the mother in the film is also a hateful and sad person, who can't live a good life even if she tries her best. But is it always the right effort? Effort itself is not wrong, what is wrong is motivation and direction. If you bet your own happiness on others, it is doomed to be a tragedy, and the direction of your efforts is also very wrong. I used to be very wrong, so I was puzzled why I still can't live my life after working so hard. Fortunately, I found the answer. If I continue to be like this mother, then I will also become twisted and ugly.
But it is difficult for people to realize where they are wrong! Especially after I have been in contact with many people in the past six months, I feel more and more strongly that many people's sorrows are caused by themselves. I don't listen to what others say, and I don't understand myself. Instead, I have to be angry with people who persuade them with good words. There are too many such people, and I am one of them. The Buddha said that if it hurts, you know to let it go. If you can't let go, it's not enough pain. I don't know if this really makes sense, but I think it still applies to me. It was not until I faced the critical juncture of life and death that I realized the real truth about life.
Someone once told me that I could feel the potential of accumulating money from me. I was happy for a long time, but then I found out that I am a fool who can only speak the vernacular. I thought I understood a lot of things, but few of them really I did it, so I gradually realized that I was just a giant in thought and a dwarf in action. I don't know when I will be able to break through this bottleneck. I have been stuck here for two or three years, and I have never been able to find a breakthrough. Until fate put a nuclear bomb on my side and blew the bottleneck, but I was also shattered.
I admire myself very much. I really didn’t expect that even so, I would still be alive and reborn, like a phoenix nirvana, reborn from ashes. No matter how hard it is to be troubled by the world today, the past can be seen lightly, and the future can be calm, not afraid of the past, not afraid of the future, focus on the present, and be a self that you like.
I also seriously thought about whether loving myself would make me selfish, as if everything was only for myself. It's like the mother in this movie, sacrificing other people's children to protect her own children, and in the end, she can sacrifice her own children for herself. Is this really loving yourself?
The real love is to embrace all things in the world, the unity of heaven and earth, to integrate oneself into nature, to become a grass, a bunch of flowers, a mountain, a river... I am everywhere, and there is no place for me. Love itself does not have the attribute of selfishness, including love, and those behaviors that we do injustice in the name of love are not just a high-sounding excuse. Love is tolerance, understanding, respect, not selfish possession.
I saw someone commenting on the movie saying why the little girl didn't fight back? Silence is not strength, and forbearance is not virtue. I am also asking myself, why have I been so hard and humiliated but never resisted? I just screamed and asked why in my heart, but I never resisted the people who hurt me? I don't know why, even to this day I still don't know why. It's like boiling a frog in warm water, how it died in the end, the frog doesn't know. But I now understand that tolerating atrocities is a crime, and it is not something to be praised for if one sees death to oneself. Even if I was about to die, I could drink a mouthful of blood and eat a piece of meat for the person who tortured me, but I would never let him go so easily if I had the chance.
But what if this person is your relative? I can't be cruel to others, but they never let me go. I hate myself for being too soft-hearted, so why are girls hurt in these movies, because we are both weak and kind. If kindness is a mistake in this world, I'd rather be cruel.
Often a group of people who harm one person will have nothing to fear, thinking that I am not alone in doing this anyway, so what are you afraid of? That's why people of all ages in this movie are indifferent to what happened to the girl, and even fisted. The horror of the human heart cannot be explained clearly by a movie, but it can be seen from a glimpse of the leopard. Therefore, we need to stay awake at all times and consciously remind ourselves what we are doing, so that even if we cannot save people from misfortune, at least we should not reduce ourselves to beasts.
What's the point of making this type of movie a real case? Many people think that it is a commercial gimmick. The film was made to earn box office, but it is not the case. The documentary "Twenty-two" was filmed during the eight years of China's war of aggression against Japan. How many Chinese women have been humiliated and become Sex slaves of Japanese soldiers, what's the point of this kind of film? Is it for commercial value? Not at all! This is a wake-up call! We should not forget the sad history and only focus on the peaceful and prosperous times in front of us. We should remember the sad history of our country, take history as a mirror, and be wise. In the same way, making this real case into a movie is both a comfort to the dead and a warning to the living. It's not that we can be all right if we don't do evil, but when something like this happens around us, we should stand up and defend justice to the death. And more importantly, we must promote correct thinking, so that we and the people around us can be kind people.
I hope that this type of film can really play a role, let this kind of human tragedy be exposed to the world, and wake up the world.
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