My video of Albrecht Stein starts from the moment you appear and ends when
you sink into the dark bottom of the lake with blue eyes shining like a thousand words to tell.
I originally watched the film to understand the history of Germany during World War II. I originally watched the film to join the discussion of human nature\life\meaning. I originally watched this film from an objective perspective, just like the previous one. Like many times, it is nothing more than taking this as a piece of history, calmly, and like an outsider, performing one's own duties, taking history as a mirror, introspecting, and thinking deeply.
——It should be so.
But then, when you show up, I can no longer maintain the justice of the scales in my heart. So I start to rejoice with your smile, lonely with the look in your eyes, sad with your back, and pain with your tears.
If you say that you are a light of Friedrich, breaking through the beautiful appearance of fiction, stinging his eyes, allowing him to see the reality. Then you are also a beam of light to me, piercing my eyes from the inside of the screen to the bottom of my heart.
Finally, I decided to give up all discussions or reflections on human nature and life, I just want to write about you.
The first time I saw you in the film, I thought you were a unicorn.
Beautiful, shy, kind, restrained.
I obey the instinct of nature and advocate the strong. And you, a thin 16-year-old with melancholy eyes, are naturally not strong.
Later, I watched the plot from when you appeared to when you disappeared several times.
In the first scene, you drive to school with your parents in a snowy night. Only the outline of your face can be seen in the dark.
In the second act, in the school cafeteria, the principal introduced you because of your father’s outstanding status. In a row of heroic young faces, you turned your face slightly, showing some anxiety and tension, and when you stood up, you were already childish. The composure of firmness (perhaps arrogance should be said) conceals your instability. Perhaps, I guess, you made up your mind at that time to use your outstanding performance to win the attention of your parents.
In the third act, in the class where "survival of the fittest" is taught, your expression flashes past the lecture, focused and serious. And later, the small smiles from the corners of his mouth when he was "helping each other" with Friedrich exuded a vigorous and happy atmosphere of a young man.
In the fourth act, when the missionary brought the list of sacrifices on the front line while having a meal in the cafeteria, you faintly stretched your face with the corners of your mouth.
In the fourth act, in the study, you talk to Friedrich about the essays you wrote in school. Parents' perfunctory encouragement, the melancholy of unacceptable talents in this family (era), these inner wounds, and the little joy of confusion when Friedrich is willing to appreciate your article.
In the fifth act, as a thank you, I went with Friedrich to spy on the boy's dressing fashion, stupidly saying "Nothing" with a bit of silly cunning, and a little expression of dissatisfaction and annoyance when he couldn't see the "critical plot".
And then after returning to the dormitory, the whispers on the bedside and the way the glider smiled and waved during the flight, and looked back at his partner with a smile while pulling the rope.
They are all childish teenagers. Beautiful and hopeful.
Until here. You appear in the eyes of the audience as an ordinary 16-year-old boy, but compared to other boys in the military school, you are more delicate and have the delicate sense of a young master who has lived in a privileged environment since childhood.
It starts with the details of the photo posted.
You took a two-inch photo of yourself, hesitated a little, and didn't stick it on your student ID (military ID?).
This may later paved the way for you to stand silently among the cheering crowd, looking at your best friends and the cheering crowd around you with a slightly condemning and disappointed look.
Why do you hesitate to look at the photos?
Because I am not sure whether the education, thoughts and training I have received in this school are correct. Is it suitable for you?
But because I want to get the approval of my parents, I still choose to come here and choose to stick to it.
Later, after the boxing match, you came to the water room and asked Friedrich: "You don't have to be so cold." "Can't you win in another way?" You look at him with a little hope and prayer. After getting a negative answer, all the light in his eyes turned into dark disappointment with the drooping gaze.
From then on, all the details have rendered your deepening disappointment in this world and the shaking in your heart.
All the later things made people feel sorry for you.
The words you want to tell your mother, the poems you wrote for your father's birthday, the unbelievable eyes on the boxing ring, the gloomy back under the light, and all the time, you flash with blue eyes that seem to have a thousand words to tell.
Under the corners of the pursed lips concealed the pride and fragility, loss and annoyance, vacillation and despair that the young man was not far away from.
"They are still children!"
"Dad! Don't!!!"
"I know what you are thinking! Don't look at me like that!
" "Although it is childish, winter and first snow can always evoke a dim happiness for us humans. Maybe it's because when we were kids, we always remembered Christmas when we saw snow. "
I realized that I was the demon, the demon I wanted to free the world from his hands. The slaughter of prisoners is unacceptable. They have no weapons. Stan misled us. We killed children instead of adults..."
You made perhaps the boldest decision in your life, but you are the most loyal to your beliefs. Decided, the most angry choice in this twisted world.
Father said: "Give me the article tomorrow, otherwise I can't spare you. "
You showed a nearly relieved expression after hearing it, as if you had finally made some decision.
Friedrich said, "It won't help anyone to do that!" "
You said: "No, yes. "
He said: "Who is it helpful?" Let's listen, because I don't understand at all! "
You said: "It's helpful to myself." "
Facing his angry questioning, you turned your head slightly, shook it slightly sadly and helplessly, and your eyes were red.
Maybe there is no way, there is really no way.
In this world, you really have no other better choice. You can't abandon your inner beliefs. How can you continue to survive in this world that is incompatible with the beliefs you insist on? Is there a better way?
-there is none left. Because you can't think of a better way.
-So you hug Friedrich's shoulders, fall on the cold tiled floor, cry aggrievedly, like a disappointed child.
You are finally willing to feel your disappointment, your anger and sorrow to be revealed to others.
Step by step, just like that, you walked to the dark bottom of the sea.
Since then, there is no light.
So later, when training on a frozen lake in winter, I understood your thoughts with the look in your eyes and the shot that flashed by.
The frozen lake is covered with fine white snow. Such a beautiful scenery is really suitable for you.
The snow falling on the ice is silent, white and quiet. Under the thick layer of ice is another world, dark and quiet, as if all the breath does not exist. The ultimate black and the ultimate white, just like you. No, there should be no hesitation and chaos, so in the end you implement the decision you have already made. At the bottom of the dark lake, watching the light penetrating the ice, slowly loosened the hand holding the rope.
It's just that, you probably still can't bear it.
The friend who treats you with the purest heart, the friend who has red eyes and angrily asks you "how can you be so selfish", the friend who smirked at you with amber eyes, the friend who hugged you and cried out sadly, A friend who keeps calling your name with tears on the ice.
So, finally you gently, smiled and shook your head.
No.
Don't get angry, dear Friedrich, let me be selfish one last time.
Don't be sad, okay, dear Friedrich, you know, I have no other choice.
do not Cry.
do not Cry.
goodbye.
To be precise, my movie is over here.
Without the irritation and rebellion of F later, there is no back of the final decisiveness in the snow.
It's already over. The scene when you sink into the bottom of the sea is already over.
Suddenly a sentence came to mind: the
green plum is withered and the bamboo horse grows old. From now on, the people I love are like you.
Perhaps from now on, when I talk about Germany for which I am enthusiastic, the first thing that comes to my mind is that you have blue eyes with a thousand words to tell.
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