--The inscription
legend says that there is a midway station between the world and the kingdom of heaven. Everyone who enters the kingdom of heaven will pass through here.
Here, you will be guided by the heavenly messenger to find the best memory in your lifetime.
On the seventh day, you will enter the kingdom of heaven with this memory, and everything else will be forgotten.
If this station before the kingdom of heaven is really a place that every one of us must pass through.
If we really want to make such a choice.
All of a sudden, I felt cruel.
We have many experiences that cannot be parted with, and many colorful memories.
This choice is difficult.
The people in "Next Stop, Heaven" make this choice.
They died, and entered the heaven station, looking for their only memory.
Facing the camera, they searched their memories vividly.
The film is always light tones, documentary interview shots.
Trivial, lengthy, and delicate.
I looked a little drowsy, but suddenly woke up and was moved inadvertently.
There are many, many memories, their only memory.
The beautiful, one by one, repeats itself in their lives.
The refreshing fragrance of a family eating group in the verdant bamboo forest.
Fly the plane through cotton candy clouds.
When I was a teenager, I took the bus to school and felt the gentle breeze on my cheeks.
Many years later, I ran into a long-lost lover on the bridge.
Lingering with lover in the hotel.
A meal in chaos.
Feeling of pain during pregnancy.
. . . . . .
Some people quickly found the answer, but some people couldn't find it.
Memories are hazy, chaotic, flickering, and unpredictable.
The shadows rushed in from time to time, and then disappeared suddenly, not forming a figure.
Sometimes I feel some emotional clues, but I can't recall it.
Just like the heavenly messenger Mochizuki, perhaps he vaguely recalled his beautiful and gentle fiancee, but he was always in a trance.
The memory of him is the deep lake before Yunbao, which is unclear. So I stayed and watched everyone pass by.
However, when he read the letter, the pre-existence gradually faded in like a lens.
He found the video tape recording the memory of the woman.
When he looked at it, it was as if a door that had been closed for many years was suddenly opened.
Gradually clear memories were like the cold wind blowing into his long silent heart, and he felt immortal love.
The joy and sorrow of memories flooded into his heart for a while.
That woman, even though she was married as a married woman, she missed all her life as the tall and handsome young officer who disappeared into the sea.
And she had lived all her life on that bright and clean autumn afternoon, red like a leaf about to burn, the man's crossed hands, and the silence stopped there like a freeze frame.
Mochizuki finally chose the same memory as her. When he faced the camera alone, his eyes fell far, far away.
This ending reminds me of "Love Letter", which is like traveling through time and life and death like a cocoon, inadvertently encountering the most true love.
My favorite is an old woman in the film, an old woman picking up pine cones and fallen leaves in the woods.
She never answered questions from the heavenly messenger. She always put the picked leaves on the table peacefully and asked if there were cherry blossoms here.
She has been living in her own memories since she was nine years old. That year, she watched the cherry blossoms with her family.
At that time, she chose this moment.
Seeing the scattered petals fall on her withered white hair, shoulders, and hands, I think she can leave with a smile.
I felt a simple happiness, like this mother-in-law, finding beautiful simple happiness from the ordinary.
If this station really exists, if we really face such a choice, I don't know what memories I will take on the road?
Will that be my current memory? Is it clear to the memory of the past year, month, day, and time?
After a long, long time, will he still have a clear clip? Or is it just a vague feeling?
Before the time is up, I can't answer. These cuts continue, and the rationale is still chaotic.
At the end of the film, I saw everyone on the road with a smile.
For the impermanence of life, I also get a little comfort.
For everyone, happiness exists somewhere, there is no doubt.
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