It has been three weeks since I watched it. The fragrance and delicacy of honey have penetrated deeply, mellow, like French cuisine, and like Chinese stewed soup, with layers of taste, every element is carefully covered by the director layer by layer, Each flavor blends with each other, but each element is so prominent that you can clearly identify it as citron, persil, emmental...or orange peel, ginger, angelica.
The focus of a child is on his parents. Like a man, the father and son do not need language expression, but there is an innate identity in their hearts. The child has infinite admiration for his father and another man. The father is a beekeeper. People are different from ordinary beekeepers. He surrounds the bee colony on a high tree branch, the father cleans the hive calmly and skillfully, and the child waits quietly under the tree, looking up and admiring it. Laughed autonomously.
This villain, his father also has infinite trust in him, or is a heavy burden, and he will rely on him to carry the family in the future. So his father would also lead him through the forest on a horse to let him familiarize himself with the road, but at the same time, it was also for taking care of him. Sure enough, the father fell ill and was lying on the ground twitching. The child ran to the river without any haste or slow, and steadily scooped up a small hand of water. At this moment, he was caught by a looming deer on the other side of the river. Intrigued, he looked up. This shot is really intriguing.
He knows how to be considerate to the people he loves deeply, and all he thinks about is how to lighten his father's burden and how to make him proud of him. He insisted on going to school. Going to school is a battlefield for him, not because a villain has to travel such a long mountain road. In fact, the mountain road is really scary because he has to face such heavy Chinese reading and writing and mathematics addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. He also had to face the end of endless failure and being laughed at by his classmates. He just stared at the red medal, he wanted to dedicate it to Dad, he wanted to comfort him and make him proud. He stuttered, but still whispered in front of Dad's bed before he set off, thinking, Dad, I'm fighting for you. I must earn this badge for you.
But Dad was not in a hurry, encouraged him, let him sit on his lap, gave him enough space to grow, and it was time to eat fruit after dinner, Dad put the knife on the table, the child understood, he picked it up a little timidly The knife cut sharply at the apple.
And my mother sat far away, wearing a sweater and pricked up her ears.
Child, sitting in the classroom dumbly, he was nervous, he crouched on the table, trying to stabilize his trembling body, he was so eager for that badge, just like his own heart, he wanted to take out his heart. When he happened to see his father kissing another child's face intimately, he gritted his teeth like a knife. The love of a child and all the love in the world has a domineering and selfish side.
But he still did not give up, he continued to "fight" for him, but every time he failed, until one volunteered. He ended up being ridiculed by the "enemy", his self-esteem was broken like glass, he couldn't hold it anymore, he cried, remembered his oath, remembered his smugness...
Facing a glass floor, how to mend it, he secretly There is a model of a sailboat hidden in the ground, but at most it is a prototype of a sailboat. If you lose and your heart is broken, you just come here to put a pole in, and just like this, you can make up and break again, and make up for it.
unfinished
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