I always stubbornly cherish some small and beautiful things. Those moments that were light and sweet, and once felt nostalgic in my heart, touched a certain action, a certain smell, a certain outline in my heart. I think those moments made me who I am now. If there is some reluctance and compassion for the world, it should be based on these. So I always love the beauty of the little details. The trivial and delicate narration and the subtle thoughts can especially move me, and I never get tired of seeing each other. What is life as it is? A grander narrative? However, if life is not the days and nights that flow past in these minutes, where is it?
(Perhaps it is because he has never been thrown into the society to live independently, so it is so unrealistic. It is not necessary to look at other people's eyebrows, so it is shameful naive. I often suspect that these small things cannot be preserved. Big and big The world, small and small, I don’t know if my own strength is enough to live and live. How can I be qualified to ask for these. Or maybe people have to disarm after all about time. But before that, there is only a little time left, please Allow me not to be smart enough.)
"Never Stop" is just such a movie that goes into the details. What it tells is just the life of the Yokoyama family for a day, but everyone has their own twists and turns. The eldest son Junpei drowned 15 years ago while trying to save a drowning child. This day is his death anniversary. So the family got together. Father Gongping is a retired doctor, but he is always concerned about the affairs of the small town clinic. The death of the eldest son, who could have inherited the mantle, made him feel a lot of loss. The second son, Liang Duo, disagreed with his father and insisted on becoming a painting restorer. Many years of hard work have resulted in unemployment, and many of those who are in distress get married with Yukali with children, support each other, and continue to live. The mother is a typical housewife who never goes out to work. There are also many complaints about the widow status of the mean daughter-in-law behind the meeting.
The narrative of the film is natural, making people feel that something is flowing, calm and slow. Maybe time.
The stubborn father is already full of gray hair, but he still does not forget his identity as a doctor and parent, and he easily refuses to show a little warmth. Not even willing to go to the convenience store to buy milk, a typical big man. Reclusively, he separates himself from his family and is dissatisfied with his children calling his hard-earned house "grandmother's house". In fact, all he wants is the recognition of his family, to be respected as the builder and pillar of the family. It is also the sadness that personal values are being put up after leaving the business. If he was affirmed as Doctor Yokoyama in the past, what he wants to get back now is just a substitute for that affirmation. Is it difficult to understand why the family can't see it. Unwilling to understand or unwilling to give. I was also shocked by a record that my mother accidentally took out. When I learned that my husband was having an affair, I took the children to look for it. I heard the husband and the woman outside the apartment and heard this music, so I bought it. Decades later, when my husband heard this song, he realized that things were not secret back then.
What impressed me deeply in the film is the kitchen of the Yokoyama family. The mother and daughter preparing lunch, the sister-in-law in front of the sink, and the family make tempura together, recalling bits and pieces of their past lives.
I love the process of preparing food. Even if you get up early in the morning and walk to the vegetable market to buy food, it makes people feel that this day is a new one. The stalls are full of fruits and vegetables, light blue and dark red are all fresh and gratifying, as if life is also rich and fresh.
I remember when I just moved, my mother said that her dream home is to have a set of stereos so that you can listen to music while doing housework or taking a break. My dream of a home is probably tied to the kitchen. A dream kitchen. Someone can stand by and chat, mixing the sound of running water and the heat of the pot. It is nothing more than a common household thing about eating and drinking, and it is nothing more than a small talk that can be said or not, but it can only be heard with the family. If you have a child, you can play together in the kitchen, teach him to identify vegetables and other ingredients, and choose what he is interested in to make into food.
The Hengshan family's kitchen has not been so lively for a long time. The cheerfulness on my mother's face when she was busy in the kitchen made me feel familiar. The daughter said that she had enough to eat and didn't need to make any more, but the mother insisted on making a few more snacks. On the way home, my son-in-law said that my grandmother had not been so happy for a long time. The daughter said that the best way of filial piety is to get together as a family to be lively and lively.
The ice cream for the grandchildren in the refrigerator of the Yokoyama family reminds me of my grandparents. It's also the time to get me a soda when summer is approaching, even from a time when I don't have a fridge at home. And after school chicken cakes, served in an enamel bowl. Mom said she would have lunch later so I could only eat one.
We are all, one plus the looks of the other. The wall of time, from their palms to our shoulders. You know that you are enjoying the homely, humane, affectionate happiness they gave you today. One day you will also be old, and prepare snacks for your children before lunch, which will become a metaphor for their peace of mind, practicality and simplicity.
But you will eventually leave. You know, only hitting the road can cure homesickness. If it can always warm people home, it is because you are so far away from it.
The end of the story is the son's monologue: The third year after that, my father died, and I still didn't go to play football with my father. My mother, who has been arguing with my father, went with my father soon. private car. Keep walking, why is it always half a beat? Time seems to be carrying the water in the broken wooden barrel running, there is not much left. Therefore, the greetings you want to say, the gratitude you want to express, and the people you want to accompany, you should try to honor them for yourself. May not be able to bear the wind tomorrow.
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