He was addicted to gambling and lost all his real estate. His father, who was angry with him, died of anger, and his wife took the child away from him in desperation. Later, he was caught by the Kuomintang and the strong man raced against the god of death every day, and then lost his mother, daughter and son. Fate seems to have made up his mind to be the enemy of Fugui. But even so, he was still struggling day by day, looking forward to, struggling, and trying to live. Because he knows that life is the most important thing.
For a long time, I have always believed that tears do not lie. Every tear that flows from the eyes is endowed with sincere emotion, but the meaning is different in different occasions.
I don't know if everyone still remembers that Xu Fugui who lost all his family property and watched his desperate wife leave in a sedan chair with her daughter in his back, facing the shocked servant Xu Fugui like a lonely ghost. Holding a bench on the street, crying and crying, there is no more. I think that every big teardrop of Xu Fugui is his repentance, and those that are gone are like his mournful cry to fate. One bolt from the blue made him chaotic, and he couldn't imagine what the future road would be like. But even so, he still firmly wiped away the tears and moved on. The playboy, who had been pampered since childhood, finally took on the heavy responsibility that his fate had entrusted to him, and became the most ordinary of all living beings. He began to take care of his sick mother wholeheartedly, began to work hard for a simple livelihood, and began to care about the trivialities of firewood, rice, oil, and salt. No matter how bitter the cold and the summer, he will never give up, because he understands that it is good to live.
Later, his wife returned to him with her daughter and newborn son. Looking at the lively and lovely pair of sons and daughters and his wife who is trying to take care of his mother, his shadow puppet business is also improving day by day, and he seems to feel a little bit of kindness from the world. But how could fate let him go so easily, and soon he became a strong man of the Kuomintang, or a prisoner of that era. Experienced that hundreds of officers and soldiers turned into cold corpses overnight, experienced Laoquan who lived with him and fell to the ground in an instant and could never get up again, and experienced that only he and Chunsheng were skilled in order to survive in the wasteland. raised his hands in surrender. Xu Fugui seemed to understand even more how lucky it was to be alive. I don't know how many times he had recited in his heart that it was better to live than to die. Maybe fate wanted to leave him a trace of warmth to breathe, so he gave him a life and let him go home for the time being. After experiencing all this, he walked into the house exhausted physically and mentally, but was greeted by the death of his mother and the eternal silence of his daughter. But he was too tired, as if he had no strength to cry anymore, and fate would not allow him to be cowardly. There were so many weak people waiting for him to take care of, and fate would not allow him to escape. He once said that he would live a good life when he climbed out of the dead pile. He looked at his daughter who could only laugh at him and finally couldn't help but shed a few hot tears in his heart, but these tears were much more calm than when he was young and frivolous. He understands that he wants to live more cautiously and work harder with the expectations of those who have left and the support of those around him.
In a special era, the days were boiling and restless. The Fugui family, who had been stable for only a few days, was finally entangled by the claws of fate. The young Youqing was hit by the wall pushed down by the mayor's car. He never had the chance to eat dumplings made by his mother in his life. He could no longer protect his fragile sister when he heard his father's singing. When I saw my son's body, Xu Fugui's heart-wrenching cries and the hand desperately trying to grab my son were deeply imprinted in my heart. Every time I thought about it, it was as gloomy as a dark cloud shrouded my heart. And Jiazhen's mother-in-law came and went in the opposite direction with Youqing is even more pitiful. The corpses of the mother and the son are in opposite directions, and the friendship between the mother and the son is no longer possible. The tears of the husband and wife are a vocal resistance to fate and a final farewell to the mother-son father-son relationship. The life of the Fugui family continues in pain, self-blame and sorrow. They are always alive, and they must live. Because they know that nothing is better than living.
The last tears in the movie are Jiazhen's roar after Fengxia's hemorrhagic death. This home, which was already riddled with holes, could no longer withstand a little bit of twists and turns, but God could manage so much. Fengxia is not so much the last hope of the Fugui couple as it is their life-saving straw. Even though Jiazhen begged the nurse to save her only daughter, the weight of life could not be handled by an inexperienced student of the Red Guards. Fengxia's death was the tragedy of Fugui's family and the fate of the tragedy of that era. The flickering last shimmer of Fugui's family was finally extinguished by desire in the frenetic era.
On this side of the screen, I have shed countless tears for Fugui's misery, for Jiazhen's forbearance and kindness, for Fengxia's optimism and perseverance, and for Youqing's lovely responsibility. Cry secretly. This family is really suffering. But no matter how you feel, life must go on.
May Fugui, Jiazhen, Erxi, and even steamed buns, live a better life. Chickens will become geese, geese will become sheep, sheep will become cows. You, too, will become better you.
Finally, may all the crying of your family in the future be tears of joy.
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