Half a month after Yang Dechang's death, one night, it suddenly rained, and got on the bus on the wet ground. After passing a commercial area, the number of people on the bus suddenly increased, sometimes there were people. Glancing curiously at the TV on the car, he lowered his eyes when he saw an unfamiliar name, continued to talk and laugh, and looked away. At that time, the TV screen showed Yang Dechang's brief introduction: the time and place of his birth and death, his two marriages, and the chronology of his works.
In that dimly lit carriage, I think when a person dies, is his life really as simple and silent as a dead branch that no longer exudes vitality?
Birth, old age, sickness and death, love parting, resentment and hatred, troubles raging, and cannot be asked for. The ancients called life "eight sufferings". This was something someone told me not long ago. When I heard this sentence, it was also at night. The neon lights of the city were like morning haze. As it spreads over the cold river, infinite sadness in calmness. There are always some similar life experiences, which will appear in our long and urgent lives at any time, and there are certain things that are destined to leave a mark in our lives and deaths for generations, sensitive and shallow but indelible. . When Yang Dechang touched these marks, it must be like throwing a stone into Boxin, setting off a profound Yilian.
When watching "Yi Yi" I have been distracted. Movies are too much like life, not like movies. It often connects me with my own personal experience. The boy in the film said, "The movie prolongs our lives by two or three times." But movies like "Yi Yi" cannot prolong our lives. It just reminds us of the shortness of our lives and the turmoil of our lives. Those similar joys and sorrows in life can always come out of the movie. For this reason, I have been stuck in memories and forget that I was watching a movie.
At the elevator entrance of the hotel, NJ met her first love whom we haven't seen for many years. When we were young, why didn't we talk? There are always some unsolved mysteries from my youth, and if there is no reunion after many years, it will be in the dust for a lifetime. There are always some truths and embarrassments hidden in the vows of the mountain alliance and sweet words that we have never mentioned. Those warm and simple past feelings cannot be experienced in the life of Chai Mi Yuyan. It has been many years to say "I love you", turning around, holding hands and letting go.
What's wrong with being young, it's the wrong thing, many years later, I still fantasize about copying my mood back then. The man who left without leaving that year is dusty and his temples are like frost; while the woman is more radiant and has a smooth career. The deep feelings of middle-aged people are always different from the passions of physical collisions when they were young. NJ and his first love girlfriend traveled all over the place in Japan that year. At night, he knocked on the woman's room and told her that in this life, I only love you. After that, he closed the door and returned to his room.
There is no ending, why do you know each other before. After a long journey, how many travelers can meet again. It is rare in life to find a partner who knows each other again. If we live again, can we still know who is the one in our life that must be so indispensable? Is it a wife whose face is gradually graying, or is it half an illusion and half a first love in front of you?
I think I gradually understand someone who accidentally met his first love girlfriend. She was just ending an unfortunate marriage, or she was in the weakest time when she exaggerated her illness to him. When this sick and fat woman stood in front of him, he felt sad and remembered the youth that everyone has experienced. Memories are a wonderful thing. It can resist the ruthless time of the dead and bring the old back to youth. , So, he took a period of time every day to listen to her complaints, that's all. His wife knew, and a family crisis unfolded immediately. Like NJ, he made that rational decision, but the shadow has lingered in a family. I don't want to repeat it.
NJ told Daejeon, a Japanese client who came to negotiate, why he likes music. He didn't understand the beauty of music when he was young, because his first love made him understand music. Later, even though the first love ended, the passion for music stayed.
Two foreigners, when they met for the first time, uttered a verse.
I remembered a sentence from an American friend who was a few years older than me. I was surprised that a young boy from such a country would like Debussy. He told me that he once had a lover who was obsessed with the piano. , Even though they no longer love each other, he can still enjoy the beauty brought by those music. He said, I think that's the gifts of life.
After he said that, I was silent. How many people must you meet in your life, and how many times you have loved, before you can grow old with your son. Maybe once, maybe more than that, the love-hate parting platform is destined for most people to wander a few times. When a relationship is over, there is no need to resent and blame each other, and there is no need to grieve for miss. There are always some deep or shallow marks left behind, subtly changing themselves. After the pain, the beauty that has been deposited, who can be grateful for those gifts of life? Why bother about whether it is causality, just like NJ, who has been obsessed with music all his life, is there any figure of first love in music? Why bother?
However, why do these verses have to be understood in the sad middle-aged? When we are still young, when we are in the best time of life, we are often impulsive and out of reason.
Adi-NJ's brother-in-law, his newlywed wife Xiaoyan, and lover, their conflicts have intensified to the surface. They are not people who can remember, what bothers them is the current lust, fame and fortune. Yang Dechang said in the interview that Adi is not a bad person.
Everyone hopes that their own life status will change, some people will be purified by the earthly life, and some people will be polluted because of it.
In the whole "Yi Yi", there are only two people who can't speak, the grandma who was in a coma and her newborn cousin. One is close to the end of life, and one has just started from the beginning of life.
When we wake up from the dream of knowing nothing, when we see the troubles raging, and the reality that we can't ask for, who doesn't want to be drunk or not want to wake up. But life always has to face, there are routine rituals and trivial mundane affairs. The newborn baby becomes the protagonist of a grand banquet, and the comatose grandmother tolerates the confession of the younger generation.
Yangyang's mother Minmin wanted to tell her grandma what happened to her every day. After a few days, she found that the narrative was nothing more than repetitive work and rest. She cried. If she changed a place, would her life still be like this?
Yangyang's sister, Tingting, thinks that she forgot to take out the trash, and that she fell into a coma when her grandmother took out the trash. The confusion and tingling that youth must experience, and the deep repentance of the old man, she can only confide to her grandmother in her sleep.
When Yangyang's father, NJ, experienced a mental betrayal and a career failure, he quit his job, shut himself up at home, and faced his silent grandmother.
When God gives us the ability to speak, he does not give us the same gift, and true emotions cannot be expressed in words. However, why are the sober adults (including older sisters) in the foreign family not happy?
So when Yangyang wanted to talk, he finally realized that he was also old.
Grandma still couldn't wake up from the coma. At grandma's funeral, there was a young man named America crying and grabbing the ground, and he was also the one who performed the most lively at Adi's wedding. There are many ways to express grief, but I think it is more difficult to shed tears than to cry. A funeral is not only a mourning for a dead person, but also a baptism of the feeling of existence.
I think the most uncomfortable thing at this time should be Tingting, who will bear the irreparable consequences of a fault she believes she has made. She may not have thought that life is always produced by one of many accidents of this kind, because this accidental act accidentally happened to her, so she must confess for this accidental mistake. What's more, this contingency is directly related to an irreversible-death. Under the baptism of repentance and confusion, she will mature quickly.
Last summer, my grandma passed away. After returning from the funeral, several elders (I was impressed, the gray-haired uncle, squatting under the pale scorching sun) said that life is really empty.
The word "empty" seems to have touched the despair beyond sadness, and the sense of death has been transmitted to oneself through an inanimate body. But I prefer to think that emptiness is an unknowable infinite tolerance. The Chinese think that “the dead are great” and “the dead have the ability to shelter the living” is not a theory of ghosts and gods. On the one hand, this is the forgiveness of the living for any mistakes made by the deceased. Basic respect, on the other hand, where the living is beyond the ability, hope to be realized by the infinite thing—emptiness—death.
But the similar funerals and the similar silent tears still made me sorrowful. I silently opened a book with a photo of me and my grandmother in the park many years ago. I repeatedly wondered, that was recorded by the camera. What is the image of the movie? Why can't I find it?
Some are born and some die; some are longing for birth, some are active and lively. The torment of the spring, the fall and the autumn thanks to the flowers, yesterday the poor and today the rich toiled, Lao Zhuang can see clearly, Li Bai can understand, Cao Xueqin can understand, and Yang Dechang can also understand. Tongquetai Jingu Garden can be geometrical. It is true that all things die and die, but between life and death, but a dream away, where we are, it is either one or the other, but everyone has gone through a different journey, and the troubles are raging. Life is accumulated by death, and every soul has been shining.
My friend Xiao Kuang sang in his "Thirty Years": I
have witnessed each other's faces from shy to gloomy, I
have witnessed the boy who once dreamed under the stars, I have
witnessed how the flowers withered and I
have witnessed those in the legend. Birth
, old age, sickness and death Maybe one day, we can stare at each other's already gloomy faces without being sad. There is always a little calm on our faces that we couldn't understand when we were young. On the wicker chairs under the grape truss, tell the love story of our youth, tell the old legends left by the old people who left many years ago, tell the sad and painful moments in our lives, and hope that at that time, we can still touch each other Familiar faces are like we used to do when we were young.
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