A man sang clearly and sadly:
What is the future in the dream
goodbye~
At this point, Abe Kuan's thin and hunchback figure gradually melted into the streets of Japan. Slowly, he became them, he or he, or he and she, everyone who hurriedly traveled on the track of his own life.
This wife is sad, you are reading a story from someone else's family, but in the end you have to let yourself, the one who is also not smooth, embarrassed in life, often stuck in a deadlock, and despondent, and the protagonist turn their backs and move forward in secret .
This kind of talent seems to be a piece of candy that God gives to every child. Everyone must have it. Her handwriting is better, and she may be a calligrapher in the future. As for a musician, her description of colors and things is so extraordinary, maybe there will be another Van Gogh in the future, ah, he is shy and good at capturing the details of life, as well as his sense of expression, the name of the writer will be him in the future. , although as a child at this time, you may not even understand the meaning of "literary talent".
Adults are happy to give such casual and grand expectations to the children around them, but it seems that everyone runs toward the future with hope and confidence after tasting some of the sweetness of "growing up". Even if you grow up and are not "adult" after many years, there is still a "late bloomer" evaluation that embraces you. Neighbors will still treat you politely when they see you, and mother's eyes will always be bright stars.
: "Tell you, I can't brake here if the bicycle is not equipped with brakes." This sentence has undoubtedly become Shinoda's life creed. He thinks that life can't be lost to reality, so in the neighborhood She pretended to be calm in front of her, forced a smile in front of her mother, supported her dilapidated and embarrassed life, and passed her life thinly. The biggest thing every day is how to spend some living expenses on an ex-wife and a good gift for a child from a job that is inconspicuous or even despicable compared to an ideal. One hand was busy tearing down the east wall and repairing the west wall, while the other hand was still holding on to the rope between himself and his ideals. He returned to the hut where he lived alone and carefully and cautiously wrote on the sticky note: What is my life? One wrong step (this is the writing material he collected for himself when he was working).
A person, living so hard and hard, should hope to get some rewards according to the symmetry of hard work and harvest. But reality is reality, it's mean and stingy, the ideal cake has not been allocated to this gentleman, fortunately he is not completely alone, he has good children, and he can also ask for help from his sister when he is in a hurry, but Inevitably, you have to be advised: Give it up, it was 15 years ago that you won the award; let it go completely, if the other party remarrys, you won’t have to pay child support; don’t go to see your son, have the courage to be someone else’s past A man is a mature man. Such things are euphemistic announcements that you are out of this baseball game of happy life. Does he not know this? I think he knows it well, but it shouldn't happen to him that he can easily admit defeat. Who is he, stubborn, stubborn and even a little rogue, careful and affectionate, yet self-sacrificing, what kind of person is he? Everything could happen to him, but the most unlikely thing is to bow to reality. Therefore, he persistently follows his own small plan every day, looking for treasures that can restore the lost life in the stretched family situation, and he doesn't mind simply pinning the extravagant hope of recovering the situation in the dream of a huge lottery.
The climax of the story takes place when a typhoon strikes, which forces the rare family to spend the night at the house of the mother who is full of warm pasts. The small and harmonious scenes of the past are repeated, creating an illusion that the wind and rain have never had before. In the middle of the night, with the singing of Teresa Teng and the roar of the typhoon on the radio, the four conversations between husband and wife, mother and son, father and son, and the four people's small adventure in the park touched the nerves of every viewer. Existing love, and a touch of powerlessness. I had high hopes, otherwise, let them win a lottery, so that they can be Happyending. But he is Hirokazu Koreeda, how could there be such a perfect turning point of Happyending? He is a person who only tells the story without drawing conclusions, allowing you to watch from a distance and reflect deeply.
The wind cleared, the three of them set foot on the train back to the city, and everything would be the same again. When they parted on the street, they agreed on the living expenses to be given at the next meeting. Many of them responded with a lot of mouthfuls. It seemed like a good answer for him a hope. We are so reluctant to come here, watching the backs of our lover and children gradually disappear, we keep asking questions in our hearts, asking about the final ending of the story, and asking about the abyss that we have not let go. In this questioning we also become him, they.
In fact, there is no outsider except God.
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