The younger brother stayed in the south, speaking English with a strong southern accent, mixing on the road, and living, yes, life, not survival. Although life was hard, he was destined to be born to be optimistic. For his wife, brother, and mother, regardless of the nature of his work, his innocence really touched me. He just simply wanted to bring a little sunshine to the people around him, that's all.
The younger brother lied to his elder brother that he was shot by a bow and arrow. The elder brother ran to his hometown and found that it was just a scam. The younger brother just wanted his elder brother to come back and do him a favor. It was also in his hometown in the south that my brother met Whitman and the poetic woman. She is looking for a poetic life. "What you are looking for has long been discarded by you." My brother has been looking for knowledge about this world, an austere way of living to practice moral virtue, to lead a decent life other than his family did. But knowledge, not life , Knowledge has no flesh and blood, philosophy, no emotional foreshadowing, and it is just a kind of self-mutilation. I suddenly remembered what Osho said: "The moon is never available to you. Your knowledge of the moon is standing between you and the moon. So many layers, so many perceptions. One can become knowledgable but still remain ignorant of himself. "My brother once took "Society and Culture in the 1960s" in high school in order to understand his mother, but he still couldn't understand it. He rebuked his mother's generation for destroying all traditions without establishing some new standards and new rules to guide life. . He believes in Socrates, Epicurus, Heidegger, but as his younger brother pointed out sharply, why have you been studying others and not talking about yourself? Because he doesn't know anything about himself.
God has known the purpose in us long before we were born. In fact, what each of us wants is just ordinary warmth in the world. The Jews in the play said that I would rather everyone call me "jerk" and give me a dollar, and then I can be rich and people will love me. Funny, but aren't we all like that? All we want is tenderness to each other, blessings to each other, and dedication to each other, but we always detour, keep going around, but can't go back to the original point. We are all one. In the play, the older brother said: "Everybody just go home." Home, is where our heart is, where our body may leave, but never our soul. In the end, the younger brother died, and the older brother finally realized the warmest in life. The years are all given by the younger brother, those crazy laughs, those youthful fearlessness, and mother, maybe she didn't use the way she wanted, but that doesn't mean she doesn't love herself.
In the middle of watching the movie, my tears kept spinning, and it was the sentence that made me tearful: "What you were looking for has been discarded by you." What am I looking for, what I want is not philosophy or poetry, philosophy said, After crossing the thunder pool of the mind, it is a kind of detection, the poem said, it is a kind of love happening. And I just want to warm everyone I meet and envy every charming scenery, because I have you in my life, Jesus.
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