In all fairness, this is not a movie that I would watch on my own. Nothing about quality, nothing about time.
I do not know since when, watching movies has become a luxury and no longer pure. That: From the beginning, when I felt that life was everywhere sad. Those movies that have been escaping, which used to make people cry, make people laugh, make people sad, and make people feel a lot of emotion, have become simple background boards. In the play, they deduce joys and sorrows, love-hate entanglement; when we are outside the play, the Zen master rejects people for thousands of miles and hides his sword in laughter. The exhaustion and alienation in life make us choose movies and give up movies. When did you start to like comedy? I muttered to myself, this is life itself. So this documentary-like film made me unable to remain silent.
Carefree at the beginning, life is full of honey directions. But the taste of happiness is a stolen fragrance in the end. The constant overdraft and stealing will only leave a desolate place in the end. At the beginning, I thought so indifferently.
But just like you and me in life, no matter how tragic and miserable the past is, life is still on the inside, heading towards the long-established front, and there is no room for half-hearted wandering. Even if I desperately look back, cry and mourn, it is still unavoidable, and it has become the past.
Then came a chance encounter that was inevitable.
Heaven and earth are the inverse journey of all things, and time is the traveler of a hundred generations. During the long journey, we have passed by countless people, this is an encounter; in the past few decades, we can only walk with a few people, this is an encounter - with a taste of fate, at a glance, It is also thousands of years.
At first, you were indifferent, with the tyranny of hurt mixed with blood, but also a kind of shallow sadness. You have a unique past, you have been hurt by others, but you don't know whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, with the wound on your shoulder that is almost the same as the heart, suffering and indulging in the whirlpool of hatred, the pond of bitterness. At first, I was cowardly, wandering in my life with unhappiness deep in my bones, unrestrained and without a home. Disguising with a smile, disguising innocence, entrusting childish children who cannot live independently, nor do they want to die alone. I walked towards you step by step, and then refused to step back again and again, just stopped and walked, but never thought of giving up. The hug between hedgehogs can only be done by leaning against each other's softest and weakest abdomens, otherwise they can only be buried in the cold alone. In order to escape the doom that has existed since ancient times, I would like to wait for you and give me a home.
The following stories seem to be unexpected to me, but within reason. The hunters are willing to take a huge risk to abandon the moral law and abandon the civilization of life and death, how can they go home for an inaccurate shot? I was unfortunately arrested, you narrowly escaped. Fear and strangeness are rolling in, and worries and unknowns are increasing. The flesh and blood from my relatives is no longer as warm as it was at that time, how can the fierce hound have the tenderness behind your indifference? Even so, I still curl up in a corner, yearning for this cool night like water, returning to the beginning like water, in vain? Who is not so?
The ending of the story is happy. Your sympathy at the perfect time for revenge makes all fantasies possible. The most persistent hunter, no matter how much blood has been stained with his two heads, still burst into tears when his flesh and blood were about to melt. We can almost cruelly decide, promote, and accept the life and death of others, but we cannot face our own departure calmly. It was because of the fear of dying that he began to think about how much sorrow he had brought to others in the past, and finally left thoughtfully. Riding on the horse, leaving no traces, only a touch of dust and smoke, swaying, and finally the dust settles, returning everything to the origin that can no longer be called the origin, as if everything happened. I see your figure drifting away, fading and fading. You look back and wave your whip from time to time, urging me to stay away. We meet in the reverse journey, parting is so simple and direct, I don't know what is the beginning and what is the end.
But it won't stop there. Where in life is there no threat? When the beast appears, it is discovered that the most indispensable thing in life is adventure. Run, run, run. Don't look back, don't stop. Because I know that staying is the end, and giving up is the end. When you can't avoid it, you will scream hard, to this enemy, to this fate, to this world. Unexpectedly, I saw him throw away his helmet and take off his armor, and fled in a hurry. Then, you finally appeared in my field of vision again. As usual, behind me, as if I never walked far...
The moment I saw this scene, my vision suddenly became hazy. Is it the fetters that make me sad, or is it the protection that makes me sigh? The so-called story, the plot at this moment, finally becomes no longer important. How can it be forgotten? Behind this light and shadow, the most moving thing is love.
In the blur, I can vaguely see that "the most shocking thing is not to hunt and kill, but to give the power to survive." Who is not the case? When the episode ended, there were still no tears to fall. This is a story about a bear, a story about you and me, a story about life...
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