Gracious obstacle

The day before yesterday, I had a gathering with two friends, chatting endlessly about the ocean and the sky. Somehow, I came up with a topic: obstacles. A friend said that he used to be very afraid of talking with people. This fear of talking will rise to physical discomfort. If he is in a crowd, he will feel short of breath. Another friend said that she used to be very sensitive to pollen. In the weak growth stage, the skin lesions brought by pollen once cast a heavy haze on her thin youth. Having said that, she gradually became happy because she thought of a classmate who had a "stuttering" in her early years. (Such a classmate, probably each of us sat next to him in our school days.) She told us, How frustrated he was, but how hard he worked hard, he persevered in monotonous lower jaw movements every day, and finally, in one day's Chinese class, he read it smoothly and smoothly with tears in his eyes. Paragraph text. At this point, my friend stopped, looked at us quietly, and said, later, you all know, you must know, yes, our classmates applauded him...

I discovered for the first time, it turns out Everyone has obstacles. The two friends sitting across from me talked eloquently, with a calm expression and a sense of degree. The other has fresh brows and a clean face. If they don't tell me, I will never know the tortuous accidents that belong only to their personal lives or their growing experience. If they don't say it, we will never know what those obstacles once meant to them and what going over them means to them in their entire lives.

Obstacles, just as we lie on a mountain when we look eagerly into the distance. Our vision is anxious because of the jumbled mountains and rocks. Obstacles are like another unknown road that appears during our walking journey. We feel the distance to the end in a daze.

"The Train under Close Surveillance", this is a political movie. But I think it is actually a movie about obstacles. It tells the story of an uncommon person who crossed the barrier and went to the end.

I watched this movie as if I was listening to the story of an ordinary little character. In this story with a tragic ending, there is no extraordinary process that is shocking. Yes, the protagonist Carlos ended up bravely as a character similar to an anti-fascist fighter. However, in my eyes, he is still an ordinary person, an ordinary person beyond ordinary. Yes, my reason is that only ordinary people are a handicapped person.

I suddenly felt that every unknown person is so kind and close. All those who know and don't know. For example, at a small station that is so quiet that only local cars and trucks will stop for a few minutes, one person or several people holding a traffic flag, you have not had time to see their faces, they, and the stage on which they live, are forever Sweep out of your sight. However, such people also have their own life tragedies and comedies, and they live the same life as you. The same worries and anxiety for work, love and life, the same motivation for laughing and the reason for crying, the same desperate suicide for a certain obstacle, the gurgling of blood in a secluded corner, and the same for overcoming a certain obstacle. He did not hesitate to die in the gloomy morning. Similarly, under the traction of the times, there is no such thing as political beliefs and ideals in life. Similarly, in a rope-like fate, there is no such thing as silence or sublimation.

In the same way, everyone will eventually touch the expression of life in the obstacles with irreversible changes in the times and life experience.

I also want to say that this is an extraordinary movie. The film has an unusual way of telling such a story, yet it is clean and concise that fits perfectly with its demeanor. That is a texture that is close to transparent. Often, the camera, through the door of the signal room to see the snow all over the ground, snow covered with railroad tracks, falling on Carlos's shoulders and angular uniform hat. An unknown train rumbling rhythmically from in front of his back, Carlos stood straight, stretched his arms, and completed the hustle and bustle of a walking with a static motion. I think that only those Czech people who are very upright and freehand can peel away the hard and cold shell of life so easily and naturally, and show you the warm pearls in the deep compassion. Only a person who truly appreciates the connotation of life and has enough firmness and conviction can directly and gently face the harshness and absurdity of fate and let out a sigh with a smile.

obstacle. Who says that the obstacle is just an accidental limitation? Just as I faced my two friends and listened to them expressing their feelings in a calm tone, I clearly saw from their eyes that surmounting obstacles is not only equivalent to overcoming difficulties, but also It is not a kind of fortune to bypass danger, but a kind of continuous and courageous climbing. Over this mountain, who said you will see a bush, not another piece of sky? Like Carlos, beyond the obstacles, the wide angle of life may be wider than we thought.

I like this movie, I like the original author of this movie, the Czech writer Hrabar, and I like the protagonist Carlos in the story. Because he is an ordinary person, because he is a handicapped person. Therefore, this plain story became vivid.

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