What "Non-stop" expresses should be this kind of earthly life: even though it has been understood that the truth is that it is a fan, it is still nostalgic for such a real life. Savoring a tuna sushi on a large black-glazed bamboo-patterned platter, and a bite of miso soup rolling in a small black pot of pig iron on the stove is the joy of life, which is certainly gratifying; a family sitting around a square table It’s natural to be nostalgic for the family pleasures of sharing dishes and exchanging saliva and mood, and watching the children race to play with a bunch of pink lilacs. In "Non-stop", life has its dark side: the mother is quite dissatisfied with the new wives of many second sons, and says that "widows are more pitiful than divorced women". The whole family uses Dazai Osamu’s only promised clown to laugh at the eldest son’s rescued child, but never forgets to invite him to come again next year. The horrifying dark side of human nature is full of regret for the death of blood; there is an old man during dinner. The tunes in the record can also connect the seemingly plain old couple’s not-so-so-so-called ugly factors in a peaceful life, but they also inevitably form part of our nostalgia for life, so The dreamlike life became suddenly real and tangible. It was Edema Hirokazu who put the protagonist on Abe Hiroshi's skin and sprinted hurriedly on the road of life. He was sometimes happy, with his wife and son lying next to him, as if entering his body, full of spirit and flesh; sometimes annoyed, at odds with his stubborn father, and ignorant; sometimes anxious, No matter where he is, he always takes out his cell phone to see if there is any new information; sometimes he is surprised, when his mother regards Butterfly as the eldest brother who has passed away, he has to be stunned to the side, completely at a loss; and he I finally return to peace. It seems that I have been picking the fruits of life on the road without stopping. After the time has passed, I will learn how my mother was before, and pour a scoop of water on the tombstone of the concubine, sighing "Why Always take a beat.” At this time, the audience may have found their own projection on the screen, peeking into their own lives in a bunch of trivial fragments and babbling language. In fact, no matter whether one step is fast or a slow shot, we always have to go back to our original destination. When we and our unfinished long aspirations are turned into dust, the deliverer will naturally continue our life; and we only need to quietly enjoy the coolness of summer, and listen to the singing of the sons of the branches and the green places. "It's better to go back, it's better to go back"
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