- The long shot of movement is poetry in itself
"What is tomorrow? One more day than eternity"
This is another poetic film: the form of film and poetry can better reflect the flow of time and the true emotional state of life. From the perspective of the film itself, the poeticization of a film or the filmization of poetry is to make the lens have An efficient and lively way. The understanding and interpretation of a poetic film should be similar to that of poetry, appreciating the beauty of each shot, comprehending the time and emotional changes of the flowing texture, just like reading poetry, most of the time it is impossible to specifically analyze where the beauty is, but you can feel the beauty itself. For poetic films, in addition to appreciating and understanding the beauty of the lens, a rough interpretation and analysis of the film text is also essential. After all, the opinion that "moving away from a story and talking about a movie is a rhetoric after all" is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
"Alexander, we are going to the island, are you coming?"
"where?"
"The island."
"We're going to swim across the water to see the old city, and then we're going to board the reef and say hello to the boats that pass by." "Do you know about the old city? Grandfather said the lucky city was flooded. "
"She slept on the bottom of the sea for centuries, and only surfaced once at the full moon, and for a short time. When the morning star reluctantly left the earth and stopped to admire, everything stopped and time stopped. "
"are you coming?"
When a poet who had been in self-imposed exile all his life was seriously ill and came to the last day of his life, reading a love letter from his deceased wife, and meeting a child who was wandering and suffering, he began to doubt the meaning of his life in exile and loneliness. He suddenly longed to love, and suddenly regretted not cherishing the people he loved and loved. He wanted to hold on to all this, but the car of life was about to reach its end. What kind of loneliness, loneliness and pain is this? In a day: time and space are constantly intertwined: scenes of life with his wife are constantly emerging: no remorse for cherishing and losing loved ones, the boy of Abba who has experienced difficulties meets the poet: the boy is at the beginning of the axis of life and the poet is at the end, what the boy has The mother tongue is really what the poet has been looking for in his life, lonely children, old people, facing the police, the army, human traffickers, spending a day in death, wandering "Give you apples will rot; send you roses will wither; send you Grapes will be crushed; give you a drop of my tear."
"Wandering birds mourn in a foreign land; lucky foreign land, I miss you; Kovra, my little flower.
The young man hummed such a verse, the verse itself was a poem, what the poet wanted in his life
The teenager's old friend Sailin passed away in a car accident, and the wandering children mourned and sang for him: flickering candles, burning flames, mourning words, life is so fragile and vulnerable in the turbulence: and What we need is to seize every moment of our life to travel, explore, and experience life itself: after all, escape in time or space is to find our own value, and life itself is the candle, and we are dedicated to it. It is better to protect the ultimate emptiness than to burn freely and let it show its own light and heat. The children sang:
"Hey Celine, I'm sorry to not be with us tonight
Hey! Celine, I'm afraid, the sea is so wide
Hey! Serin, what are you waiting for, where are you going?
Where are we going and what will our future be like? !
Mountains, rivers, police, soldiers, never stopped our way
Ah, I see the endless sea
At night, I saw my mother standing in front of the door with tears in her eyes
Christmas is approaching, the bells are ringing, and the top of the mountain is covered in snow. Winter night, may you talk to us again about all the free ports and the infinite world
Hey! Sayrin, please talk to us
Hey! Serin, what are you talking about?"
When the child faced the departure of an old friend, Alexander also gave a monologue beside his mother: the old mother and the family affection aroused the poet's deep feelings, a person can have nothing in his life but cannot lose the ability to love and be loved, weeping Whispered:
"Mom, why? Why do things always go wrong?
Why? Why do we have to stink, hovering between pain and desire?
Why am I wandering all my life? Why do I feel at home when I have the rare opportunity to speak my native language?
When I can still find the lost or forgotten words from the silence, will my footsteps return home again?
Why? Mom, why...we don't know how to love? "
In the last scene on the bus, the journey is a lifetime: the boy holding the red flag is like a poet's firm passion for ideals and poetry, the noisy lover reflects his love and regret with Anna, and the students of the conservatory play the familiar music , the bus circled back to the original point, and the three yellow clothes came over again: life is a cycle, and every day is an element, just like Solomos, who wanted to write in his native language in his life but did not finish it—— He was the spiritual support of the old man in his later years, singing:
"The last clear morning star at dawn, heralds the coming of the scorching sun; the fog and shadows dare not damage it.
In the cloudless sky, a pleasant breeze blows: caressing the face under the sky.
As if whispering deep into the heart: Life is sweet...life is sweet"
The poet sings at the end:
"...Anna, I'm not going to the hospital, I'm not going, I want to plan for tomorrow. Strangers will respond to me with the same piece of music, and there will always be someone selling me words, tomorrow, ... what is tomorrow, Anna?
This native-language confession became the poet's final inscription
"And you're here, everything is waiting, for the real. For the real... Kovra... Outcast... I... late night. Kovra. Outcast. I. Late night. Kovra... Kovra..."
Finally, the letter from Anna is attached: the letter is poetic and beautiful:
"I want to kidnap you between two books,
you have your life,
That put my daughter and me out of the game.
I know that one day you will leave,
The wind takes your eyes far away...
But please give me this day,
like my last day,
Please send me this day. "
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