Dusk, the fall, the interlaced mottled light and shadow scattered on Qingbingwei's body, thin and free and easy, just like the evening, leaving the last trace of loneliness before it fades away. Just today I watched a movie called "The Seibei of Dusk", and it seemed that I saw the dusk of that time, the end of an era, and the decline of a samurai. The samurai of the last generation lost their brilliance of the old days. Before the arrival of the fallout movement, undercurrents were surging, and the real samurai became the last guardian of the era. He was forced to sell the samurai sword that symbolized the spirit of the samurai, his wife who died of illness, his aging mother, and two daughters who were not yet underage. A broken samurai sword was not a drop in the bucket. Can bury a wife whose bones are not cold. A monthly salary of 50 shi, 30 shi is used to repay the debt, and the remaining 20 shi barely survives. The famous warrior who was once famous came to him and went to his final decline. Even in decline, without decline, there is an invisible warrior spirit left in him. Every day I go home at dusk because my sick wife needs to be taken care of. In order to be loyal to him, he was willing to be humble and not rebel, and weaved bamboo baskets every night to supplement his family. When his friend's sister (a childhood playmate, with whom he had a good relationship) suffered domestic violence, he silently took the place of his friend to accept the duel of the samurai, and the lesson did not hurt anyone's life. Gentle. When a friend asked him if he would marry his sister (after the divorce) (his sister agreed and turned down all proposals because she still liked him in her heart), he backed off, the poor life of a junior samurai No one knows better than him, even if he still has the initial hazy love in his heart, everything has a price, and the price is too heavy, and it also makes him feel discouraged when his heart is longing, contradictions are intertwined, leaving behind. Desolate embarrassment. A samurai with excellent swordsmanship certainly deserves to be an excellent retainer. When the lord ordered him to get rid of another rebellious samurai, but he hesitated, he knew that he did not want to fight with anyone, but he also knew that the lord's order could not be disobeyed, and if he succeeded, he would have a higher salary. , at that time, he should be able to justifiably marry the woman he still has in his heart. He doesn't want her to feel his pain, and his love has always been hidden in the bottom of his heart and only he knows. Forced by various considerations, he accepted such a half-hearted order. The day of the decisive battle was set at dusk, and before dusk he had his servants call his friend's sister, the woman he still loves. Once gone, I do not know life and death, once gone I do not know forever. She helped him comb his hair, he hesitated, but in the end he was full of love. When it happened, he wanted to marry her. The feelings of a samurai will not be easy. Expose, show until life and death. That evening, an evening where life and death were uncertain, he thought that he could only win, and he could only win. This was his last chance and his only chance. Why didn't she want to do this, when faced with life and death, some things would become more complicated and confusing, especially feelings. I don't know life and death, if it is alive, this is the best, but she is more afraid of his death. Once he dies, all the oaths and promises will fade away in an instant. , just like the evening, leaving the last trace of loneliness before it fades away. Just today I watched a movie called "The Seibei of Dusk", and it seemed that I saw the dusk of that time, the end of an era, and the decline of a samurai. The samurai of the last generation lost their brilliance of the old days. Before the arrival of the fallout movement, undercurrents were surging, and the real samurai became the last guardian of the era. He was forced to sell the samurai sword that symbolized the spirit of the samurai, his wife who died of illness, his aging mother, and two daughters who were not yet underage. A broken samurai sword was not a drop in the bucket. Can bury a wife whose bones are not cold. A monthly salary of 50 shi, 30 shi is used to repay the debt, and the remaining 20 shi barely survives. The famous warrior who was once famous came to him and went to his final decline. Even in decline, without decline, there is an invisible warrior spirit left in him. Every day I go home at dusk because my sick wife needs to be taken care of. In order to be loyal to him, he was willing to be humble and not rebel, and weaved bamboo baskets every night to supplement his family. When his friend's sister (a childhood playmate, with whom he had a good relationship) suffered domestic violence, he silently took the place of his friend to accept the duel of the samurai, and the lesson did not hurt anyone's life. Gentle. When a friend asked him if he would marry his sister (after the divorce) (his sister agreed and turned down all proposals because she still liked him in her heart), he backed off, the poor life of a junior samurai No one knows better than him, even if he still has the initial hazy love in his heart, everything has a price, and the price is too heavy, and it also makes him feel discouraged when his heart is longing, contradictions are intertwined, leaving behind. Desolate embarrassment. A samurai with excellent swordsmanship certainly deserves to be an excellent retainer. When the lord ordered him to get rid of another rebellious samurai, but he hesitated, he knew that he did not want to fight with anyone, but he also knew that the lord's order could not be disobeyed, and if he succeeded, he would have a higher salary. , then he should be able to justifiably marry the woman who still has love in his heart. He doesn't want her to feel his pain, and his love has always been hidden in his heart. Only himself know. Forced by various considerations, he accepted such a half-hearted order. The day of the decisive battle was set at dusk, and before dusk he had his servants call his friend's sister, the woman he still loves. Once gone, I do not know life and death, once gone I do not know forever. She helped him comb his hair, and he hesitated to say anything, but in the end he was full of love. When it happened, he wanted to marry her as his wife. The feelings of the samurai would not be easily revealed. That evening, an evening where life and death were uncertain, he thought that he could only win, and he could only win. This was his last chance and his only chance. Why didn't she want to do this, when faced with life and death, some things would become more complicated and confusing, especially feelings. She doesn't know her life and death, if she is alive, this is the best, but she is more afraid of his death. Once he dies, all the oaths and promises will be vanished in an instant. Once he dies, what will she do next? What would happen, just escaped from Shura Purgatory and went to the shimmer of the heart and faced the farewell of life and death. For a time, she was in a mess. She didn't want to see him die, and she didn't dare to see him die, because she still loved him so much, So she just wanted him to live. She was afraid that the promises and concerns he carried would prevent him from winning and that he would not survive. Without these, a samurai could be invincible and win. If she wants him to win, she must let him fight alone, so that he won't be disturbed by the fetters of miss. In this way, she told her a lie that was extremely painful for both her and him. She said that she had already made a promise to someone, and she would bless him with success, so that he could devote himself to the decisive battle and would not be sympathetic. disturbed. I think that sometimes language is really like a knife, it will sting a person's sincerity, and it will also cut off the shackles in the heart. As soon as the words fell, the warrior's heart was as stoic and calm as his bamboo sword. He told her to take back all the words just now. In an instant, some things were no longer fetters, and he truly became a person's final decisive battle. I don't know what his heart was like when he walked towards that dusk. I think it should be like his bamboo sword. At this time, he only has the edge to win, for the sake of the feudal lord, for himself, and for the stubborn warrior spirit in his heart. As a samurai, as a retainer, the most important thing is allegiance. If a rebellious samurai does not commit suicide, he will surely become the soul of his own sword. He knew that his life and death were uncertain, but he only knew that the worst outcome was death, but the warrior would also die, by his own sword. When he came to the gate of the warrior, the four gates were closed, and only the body of Yin Hong, the first-class swordsman in the dilapidated gate, was particularly eye-catching. He was not afraid, he knew that this trip would determine his life and death. The swordsman in the door knows that his swordsmanship is superb and his situation How similar to him is, not eager to fight with him, filling a glass of wine and wanting to drink with him. When he saw this, he didn't take the opportunity to kill him, and he drank with him and listened to what he said. The swordsman was also a retainer of a feudal lord. The last samurai had a low salary. After the death of the previous feudal lord, he also lived a poor life for seven years, working with farmers to survive. His wife was also suffering from tuberculosis) and he could not be buried with a low salary when he passed away. The current feudal lord (a feudal lord with Qingbingwei) paid for the burial, and he became loyal to the current feudal lord, but now because of the sudden change of the situation, the feudal lord wants them to cut their belly to commit suicide in order to be loyal, other samurai died by his own sword and he did not, He knew that such a death was meaningless, even though he humiliated the name of a samurai, the current era of samurai was about to decline, and he could seek a new life with his swordsmanship, so why should he live to death like this. He was silent, the two warriors sympathized with each other, and the last warriors thought about what to do, and fell into a puzzle for a while. Qingbingwei, Yu Shanemon, the last samurai of an era, when faced with a sudden change in the world, the same encounter and the same fate made everything fall into contemplation. However, things will not be deadlocked because of this. When Qingbingwei talked about selling the samurai sword because of his livelihood, the swordsman was completely annoyed. In his eyes, the samurai sword was no different from the life of the samurai. Putting the bamboo sword and the short blade to death is the greatest humiliation. If you want to die, you can only die under the samurai sword. This is the ultimate fate of a samurai. The person in front of him cannot live, unless he dies, it is the greatest humiliation to the samurai. In this way, a duel broke out in silence. Qingbingwei did not want to kill him because he was a senior, and wanted him to take the opportunity to escape, but he wanted to kill him. After the fierce battle, both of them were injured. The blow was fatal, and in an instant, the sword fell, and Qingbingwei killed Yu Shanemon with the sword. In the evening and sunset, Qingbingwei walked back home with a sword on the dying body. She never expected that she would not go back. She has been praying for him at home, looking forward to his final return. All lies and misunderstandings are eagerly connected. The embrace turned into the most sincere tears, she knew that he would definitely succeed, and he also knew that the lie at that time had become the heaviest and most urgent expectation. He married her, but the last samurai could not escape his fate. Only three years later, he died in the fallout war. The last samurai, together with his sword and sword, became the last samurai spirit. This movie is almost over here. After watching it, there is always a feeling of unfinished business. The film tells the story of his father with the memories of his daughter, and it makes people fascinated. I am sometimes It's time to get into the play, so after watching it, I retell and rant about some things. Of course, this is not only because of the film itself, but also a reflection of the sense of self-substitute. What this film wants to express is far more than that. Of course, what I see from my perspective is not so comprehensive. I just bring some of my own opinions to talk about this film and some of my feelings. There are many things and everyone has to experience and comprehend them to have real feelings and thoughts. For me, these are very precious. After all, every era comes to an end. In its final era, there are the conformists, the makeovers, and, of course, the obscurants. In the torrent, different characters either make the most of the situation or act as a car, but more of them follow the trend like the public. We are no exception, we are not the chosen ones, but all living beings. Of course, the Qingbei at dusk was like us, and before the Meiji Restoration, it was more appropriate to call it a drop in the ocean like his junior samurai. In other words, most of us seem to be like mayflies drifting in the wind in the torrent, scattered, dusty, and the wind is moving and the wind is falling. Who will recognize themselves, understand the world, and move according to their own heart, even if they follow the waves, they will not follow the flow. one. Among the thousands of silhouettes in the evening, he was the only one who took away the shimmering light. After he left, there was only endless hesitation, as well as reminiscences and mourning for the glory of the past. In the twilight of the dusk, I think only he can be called the last warrior, and who else of us will stick to the same thing as the warrior spirit and become our own warrior, it is unknown, of course, become a warrior. The true "samurai" of his own "samurai" really still has a long way to go, and even if it is long, why not go for it. The Son of Heaven's Chosen is just the plethora of living beings. Of course, the Qingbei at dusk was like us, and before the Meiji Restoration, it was more appropriate to call it a drop in the ocean like his junior samurai. In other words, most of us seem to be like mayflies drifting in the wind in the torrent, scattered, dusty, and the wind is moving and the wind is falling. Who will recognize themselves, understand the world, and move according to their own heart, even if they follow the waves, they will not follow the flow. one. Among the thousands of silhouettes in the evening, he was the only one who took away the shimmering light. After he left, there was only endless hesitation, as well as reminiscences and mourning for the glory of the past. In the twilight of the dusk, I think only he can be called the last warrior, and who else of us will stick to the same thing as the warrior spirit and become our own warrior, it is unknown, of course, become a warrior. The true "samurai" of his own "samurai" really still has a long way to go, and even if it is long, why not go for it. The Son of Heaven's Chosen is just the plethora of living beings. Of course, the Qingbei at dusk was like us, and before the Meiji Restoration, it was more appropriate to call it a drop in the ocean like his junior samurai. In other words, most of us seem to be like mayflies drifting in the wind in the torrent, scattered, dusty, and the wind is moving and the wind is falling. Who will recognize themselves, understand the world, and move according to their own heart, even if they follow the waves, they will not follow the flow. one. Among the thousands of silhouettes in the evening, he was the only one who took away the shimmering light. After he left, there was only endless hesitation, as well as reminiscences and mourning for the glory of the past. In the twilight of the dusk, I think only he can be called the last warrior, and who else of us will stick to the same thing as the warrior spirit and become our own warrior, it is unknown, of course, become a warrior. The true "samurai" of his own "samurai" really still has a long way to go, and even if it is long, why not go for it.
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