One of my favorite words recently is "fleeing". When it first appeared, I was overwhelmed by the exam. The school's very inhumane system has made us close the school for nearly a year and a half, and we haven't been out. The scope of daily activities is only one-third of an acre in the school, which is oppressive.
This was my first thought of running away. So I bought a plane ticket, climbed the wall and left the campus without even taking a suitcase, just carried a bag, spent two days in Shanghai and enjoyed a life completely different from the campus.
Travel is an addictive thing, desire will appear especially strong when you are desperate, escape is like a drug that can't be quit, when I ran away for the first time and tasted the sweetness, I felt great physical and psychological comfort, I already sunk in.
"Escape" is to leave, "death" is the end.
In fact, I really like the words of the writers in the film critics. The Irishman who loves metaphors compares everything to a road. He will think about the meaning behind many things that he should not think about, like falling into a muddy circle, struggling to get out, and even thinking about struggling significance. At first, he just wanted to find inspiration, but it was not until later that he realized that the meaning of pilgrimage on foot is walking, the meaning of the "road" is the "road", and other meanings and thoughts are all self-inflicted.
I like the scenery along the way, the youth hostels in Europe, the villages, the countryside, the rotating windmills, there are so many wonderful scenery along the way, maybe this is the meaning of the male protagonist's son wanting to finish this road - or maybe not Meaning, that is, penance and enjoyment. He empties himself on a meaningless road. It is also like "fleeing", escaping from the life he doesn't like, just do it once before death, but his destination has not yet reached the church. , death came first.
Later, his father went back to his way and completed his unfinished pursuit. Sa was actually quite cool. I wonder if he would have a kind of trance like father and son traveling together when such a handful of ashes were rubbed in his hands. Those mountains and seas and Luzhuang have his footprints and the footprints of his son. In between, the heart and the heart have crossed the separation between heaven and man. He must be able to clearly feel that he is by his side and has always been there. love.
I really like the scene where those people leave one by one when they are at the beach at the end. On the way to pursue the same goal, when you look sideways, you will definitely find like-minded people around you. We keep walking and walking, and gradually we become friends. But when the road comes to an end, they will leave tacitly, and maybe they will contact again. When they contact again, they will only be like strangers, so strange that they doubt whether the days of walking together really existed. So they walked very casually, without a trace of sloppiness. They turned around without saying goodbye or contacting each other. Everything is kept in this memory, and his memory is your wealth, but he is not your property.
Learning to accept parting calmly is a required course in life. The people in the movie got full marks, but I haven't passed.
So I'm still on the run, the journey of life has no end, I'm cherishing the memories of a previous relationship, and I'm turning my head to find new friends with the same goals as mine.
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