not a story
There is a very special nation in a distant place. Women wear aprons on their heads. Men always walk like bears. In churches of faith, there are lords who only know males.
They come from primitive cultures, and the walls are painted with ancient history. Just as people age, so does culture. They guarded everything in the dark and let the days go by. One day an explorer got lost in the desert and was picked up by the people here. This explorer is not Columbus, but a combination of Columbus and Caesar. He took out the gun in his pocket and showed the advanced level of this new toy. The ancients were in awe before the magical toy. They said goodbye to the explorer and told him to come back. In their anticipation, the explorers drove a luxury plane and landed in the golden desert amid the jubilation of the crowd. After that day, guns and ammunition filled their warehouses where food was stored.
Without the granary, what would people eat?
Grape grains are served with rice, there are no dishes on the table, and the hard big bag is the surprise of life. Hunger is not because the heat has evaporated the makers of the earth, or the rain has washed away all the arable land, it is just the tanks and guns that have swept away all the seeds. If you can't eat three meals, you can only get the nutrition for growth from your dreams. How can there be no good stories before going to bed? Pretty Sister tells how an elephant who turned into a demon king invaded the land, and how a poor child became a warrior and was pushed to resist the demon king alone.
One day the ancient people drew a black area on the map, just like Monkey King drew a circle on the ground with a golden cudgel, warning: Demons and monsters are near. No one can walk in empty-handed, but everyone who can get out of there alive will be wealthy. They drilled the long pipe deep into the heart of the earth, pulled out the blood of the earth, and filled the pockets of the right with the black juice, and then more granaries were filled with explosive packs. Until one day a pile of bombs blew up the granary, panicked people picked up the weapons in their hands and got lost in front of their homes, aiming the firearms at their former teachers and friends...
You don't understand, right? I should have kept it simple.
In a far away place, there is a village that believes in a great god. This god has existed for more than 2,000 years. It has very powerful mana, like turning a stone into gold, it can make you instantly have flowers. Endless money. But we may not like this god, because this god doesn't like girls, not even girls like Marilyn Monroe. In this village, girls are cursed, so if the girl wants to explore the village, it is best to complete a sex reassignment operation first.
In addition to the strange gods in that village, the people in the village are also very strange. They built a highly guarded prison on their own land. This prison is not used to imprison bad people, but to imprison teachers and vendors who sell things to girls.… Our prisons are for people who break the law, but they seem to put everyone outside our prisons in jail. If one day our prison has collapsed, maybe we can send the criminals directly to them, and they will definitely be welcomed by the men in their village.
Of course, the above statement uses language and rhetoric - exaggeration. After all, some people are bad, some are just helping bad people, some are just powerless, and some are trying to help. But storytelling always requires exaggeration to better tell the truth, just like a microscope can magnify the mold on a cookie.
A sage once said: The village is the greatest robber in the world. This village is the most sturdy among the robbers. They not only rob others, but also their own. A rich man, like Sherlock (character in the Merchant of Venice novel), Musk (character in The Book of Lost Items), or Shen Wansan (character in the No. 1 novel in the world), walks to the village, and the village chief is chewing licorice , casually pointed at the big well in the village, the well was filled with something like water but dark in color, sticky like pus squeezed out of a wound, and said to him, "If you can fill our warehouse with TNT , this well will be used by you."
After this day, the bard sang a sad song filled with the appeal of history:
Squeezed out the warehouse of seeds, the barren arable land stretches the tentacles of the desert,
The red apples hung all over the branches and became the target for villagers to practice guns.
When a child is born, the fireworks are replaced by the flames of bombs,
The playground has been turned into a shooting range, with students freely entering and leaving the arsenal,
Planes fly overhead, sniper vehicles roam the desert,
Villagers became warriors, teachers lost their walking legs,
The weapon exchanged for "well water", the gun that went off hit the teenager at home,
The village has lost its former tranquility, they say this is a new era coming,
And the apron on the girl is still a headscarf that covers her face
——by Mrs. Sisyphus Notebook
After listening to the story, you said: You should feel lucky, at least you were not born in such a village, especially if you are a girl.
How can you take the story seriously, dear little one? Besides, if I were the girl in that story, I would only laugh at the fool in the village and curse the demon in the temple.
The greedy village chief sold the village, which led to killings, but you are telling me that you should be glad that you are not a villager? Really a kid. You don’t understand the difficulty, is the world just a group of villages and village chiefs? They betrayed their compatriots, but they are not smart enough but they control everything in the village, filling their warehouse with extreme desires but needing to eat three meals a day. If you say thank you to me, should I be thankful that you can still be savage and ignorant and naive?
- movie echo
Some people compare the breadwinner to the Western Mulan, which is completely inappropriate, as if someone was telling me: kiwi and peach are both peaches. Mulan joins the army on behalf of her father is filial piety, and Apana disguise herself as a man to support her family is also filial piety. Both are the same. Mulan is at least defending her family and the country, while Apana is the product of national persecution. How can it be the same!
The film says: The film is a tribute to women who struggled to survive in the face of adversity. It's a shame that if ever there was such a tribute to men, I would have thought the theme of the movie was good. And now I just want to say that the movie is telling the masculinists around us, "Look how good we are to our girls, they should all be sent to the Middle East, and you will know how happy you are." .
The film said: This is to inform people all over the world about the current situation in the Middle East, and to gather helping hands to rescue people who are living in suffering. At the Rwanda Hotel, Don Cheadle held up umbrellas for every guest who deserted them and waved them off. Those who promised to give him protection finally spread their helpless hands. Even at the last moment, Cheadle took into account the interests of the hotel and called the board of directors in Germany to inquire about the management rights...
I have to praise the most precious thing about life: even if the mountains and flames in front of me are still the same makeup, the clothes are fragrant. look? The virtue that everyone likes is to save themselves, not others, and to maintain a decent self-help. A photo of an Arab girl in the 1970s touched the nerves of the world, and ten years later, she was a married woman with only the vicissitudes of life and nothing else. Pity and sympathy are like fast food at McDonald's, which is nutritious and then pulled out the next day, leaving only a stench in the air used to breathe.
The three-year-old child has no way to save himself. The "desert" in the Middle East does not know if he is still in the 19th century when the 21st century leaves.
- what I want to say
How many young people, casually commenting on IS, even say "deserving it" when they see the killing. I can even see the word "terrorist" put on the halo of hero by them, and all unreasonable things become great when they are labeled as a nation. Such a person is no different from pointing a gun at a vendor and saying, "You just sold something to a woman!", but still smugly soliciting compliments.
All movies can't change the status quo. The only useful thing is that we may draw a cleanser from their misery to wash away the legacy of "Shang Zhou or Caesar" left on ourselves.
I wish the land shrouded by demons, when they take off the scarves that cover their faces, they don't have to wrap their ankles, they don't need to cut their long hair, and they can still fetch water, shop, support their families, and visit their fathers as normal.
movie
The film has countless exclamation points, and the director wants to show all the heinous or horrific sadness in the Middle East. It’s not so much a movie as it’s a photography exhibition, and every photo has a storyteller.
The wife took the bus to the wedding, but the bus stepped on a landmine, and the illiterate husband touched his wife's name over and over with his fingers, as if she was still beside him.
I was wearing my brother's clothes, standing at the dinner table, and my mother told me over and over again, you really look exactly like him. From my mother's eyes, I saw that good brother who went to school with me behind his back. What we could talk about was not just that my brother and I looked exactly the same, but we both stopped at each other's words and didn't go on. Because who would have thought that that thing that looked like a toy turned out to be a grenade?
My father greedily squeezed every penny I earned from my hard work. I picked up the candy that was thrown on the floor. It was the sweetest moment of my life. Looking at the boundless desert, there is always a vast ocean in my heart. Pour tea for people, move goods, the coconut tree by the sea, under the stick of my drunk father, I always stick to my ticket money to the sea. But that's where my afterlife begins, because my father would never allow this ATM machine to pull itself away.
I hugged my little brother and ran under the moonlight, the deserts on both sides were buried with countless mines; my weak mother resisted the brilliant man with a knife alone, but I was running farther and farther on the road of abandoning her; The grown-up sister lost her long hair, sold her beautiful red dress, and only wanted to take back my one-legged father. At this moment, her life and death are unknown.
resentment
When men want to be in power on their own, they are not satisfied even if women succumb. Just like even with endless oil, the Middle East still looks like a down-and-out local tyrant. I have never understood why women are discriminated against because having children is a woman's right. If one day no woman is willing to give birth to a child, how can a man arrogantly say that Lao Tzu is working hard to support the family for you? Making money and working is not something that men can do, but it has become the capital for them to shout. Afghanistan, this wonderful country, how they distorted the myth, the group of "scholars" who deceived the world and put their hats on the hands of women through the hands of the temple one by one. Whether or not the only hint is what The Handmaid's Tale says, when you admit that the first step is true, you must admit that every step is true. No country can save the women of Afghanistan, just as there is no law on the side of women who have been domestically abused.
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