The 12-minute short film, a silent movie with only background music and no narration, has been watched many times, but every time I cry.
In the soothing and soft music, in the vast ocean, the roofs are above the water. This is a city gradually submerged by the sea. Turning his eyes to the house, an old man, as usual, poured some red wine, ate the fish he caught, and watched TV. However, when I woke up the next day, I found that the water had risen again. It's been over the house. "It's going to be built again." The old man knew. After a day of wind, rain and sunshine, the house on the upper floor was also built. While carrying things up, the old man's pipe fell into the house on the lower floor.
The old man tried one pipe after another in the grocery store, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. Suddenly, he saw a diving suit. Bright eyes. Borrow yourself to dive in and get a pipe.
The pipe was caught quickly and smoothly, but the old man did not go back immediately. The moment he got the pipe, the door of memory opened instantly. The old man wanted to go down and have a look. With the changes of the house, bits and pieces of the past reappear, the past in those houses. The next floor, where he takes care of his sick wife. On the next floor, here, there are family portraits of grandparents, grandparents, daughters, sons-in-law and granddaughters. On the next floor, the daughter brought her boyfriend home, met for the first time, and when they got married, everyone took a group photo. On the next floor, my daughter is still young and always goes out to play by boat. Daughter playing with toys with blocks on the ground. Going down to the ground floor and seeing the original appearance, it turned out that it was originally flat, and then the level rose a little bit, so people built some houses higher and higher, and some moved away.
In my memory, when it was still flat ground, there was a big tree, boys and girls played around the tree, grew up a little bit, and the man stretched out his watch to the woman. The woman shyly put her hand up. The two embraced, and the man held the woman in a circle, as if to fly. The two built the original hut brick by brick... The
old man seemed to be immersed in his memories, and the picture was a large bubble.
I even thought it was going to end like this. The picture returns to the house, and the old man comes back with the glass he found in the original house, and eats dinner as usual, only this time he pours two glasses of red wine. Clink glasses. The movie ends.
The picture of the film is very beautiful, the yellowed picture, the style of simple strokes, very nostalgic atmosphere. The music is also just right and complements the plot. There's always the right music playing around the corners of the plot. Pluck hearts.
I once made a very old post, and two years later that post was lifted again. I replied to my friend, "In the blink of an eye, two years have passed, time is like water, cruel and real." And this film is really "time like water", drowning memories. However, the memories buried in the past will also be opened, just like the opportunity to find the lost pipe this time.
Thinking of moving house not long ago and being forced to organize things. My every thorough decluttering is when I move house, what a lazy girl I am. Every time I move house and organize things, I will be very timeless to organize things for a long time, open a diary from the past, see the ticket stubs, postcards, letters of the movies and drama activities that I watched together before, I will open them one by one. Memories came up little by little. Sometimes I feel bad about it, but sometimes I enjoy the process. Moving house was such an opportunity, like looking for a pipe in the film, it gave me a chance to look back at my past self.
In the end, though, even if it's packing and packing until the next morning, I'll pack up my memories and get on my way. We are all like this, and in the end we have to bravely return to our present life. Even with the memories of the past, even with a lonely toast with the original wine glass.
And he didn't drown in the memory, which I'm glad.
Life goes on alone. Memories are the power to warm hearts.
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