(This is a bit of text that I wrote immediately after watching the movie. The pure sensory feelings can't exhaust my shock. The discussion that follows is better than me.) I haven't encountered such a film for a long time, and I have I couldn't cry in the last few minutes, and my tears almost stopped and flowed down. At that moment, consciousness is no longer controlling emotions, but staring at everything happening in front of him, too fast to react. The scene on the poster did not appear directly in the movie. Before I watched the movie, I always thought that the child's angry expression was throwing stones at the fascist who took the teacher away. Don Gregorio, he taught little Moncho so much! Starting from the minimum respect for the child to the insects class in the field, from "a bed, a mirror, and a heart are all empty, that means you are the only one", to encouraging him to present flowers to the little girl he likes... …I noticed that when such an old man talks with such a small child, he actually uses "you"... Little Moncho's tablemate Roque also affects him, a transition from a child to a newcomer. So little Moncho can comprehend certain things better than his much older brother, such as holding a musical instrument in his hand like a lover. And his brother Andrés played the most touching music for the first time until he met the Chinese girl. The girl who couldn't talk had two clear tears on her cheeks. Don Gregorio's speech when he retired also touched me. For such a generation of children who grew up in free Spain, no one can steal their future! (I can't remember the original words, to the effect) But the political situation quickly changed, and Moncho's father could only watch the usual beliefs fall to the ground and burned to ashes. Little Moncho quietly opened the book sent by the teacher and turned to the last page. At this time I remembered, maybe he also remembered Don Gregorio's words, only in the book, dreams will not die. When fascists brought out the former Republicans one by one, the crowd may be symbolic or not, perhaps more just to save themselves, shouting Rojo (the translation in the film is "Red Devils"), traitors, etc. Voice. Roque's father was among them, and Andrés's partners were among them, and they all choked or lowered their voices for a while. The last one came out was Don Gregorio. Little Moncho, who had been silent before, yelled the first sentence under the encouragement of his mother. And Moncho's father almost cried out in tears, at that moment, I completely broke the bank... Don Gregorio looked at little Moncho with a faint consternation on his face. How I hope he can forgive him like he did at first, will he? Or it's too late... Little Moncho and the other children chased the driving away truck, throwing stones at the "prisoners" on it. Under the extreme music, and slowly stopped, what kind of future does Moncho's expressionless face herald? The subtitles are played: The Spanish Civil War begins. End of the play. And suddenly my ears rang the beautiful ballads sung by the musician who had been in prison for 7 years... ----------------------- --- After classmate Blanca reminded me, I read the ending again. Indeed, the last two words he shouted were: "Tilonorrinco!" "Proboscis!" (The former is the name of a gardener bird taught by the teacher, the latter It's the name of the butterfly tongue) is different from the "anarchists" and "Rojo" that people yelled before. So, as Blanca said, Moncho "uses the knowledge taught by the teacher to complete his final farewell to the teacher." I think this story is perfect. History is there. No one really taught Moncho how to do it, but the erosion of external forces in extreme times, especially for children who are still shaping. Compared with this, the strength of the individual is so small that only two words that were once warm are left. . So, as Blanca said, Moncho "uses the knowledge taught by the teacher to complete his final farewell to the teacher." I think this story is perfect. History is there. No one really taught Moncho how to do it, but the erosion of external forces in extreme times, especially for children who are still shaping. Compared with this, the strength of the individual is so small that only two words that were once warm are left. . So, as Blanca said, Moncho "uses the knowledge taught by the teacher to complete his final farewell to the teacher." I think this story is perfect. History is there. No one really taught Moncho how to do it, but the erosion of external forces in extreme times, especially for children who are still shaping. Compared with this, the strength of the individual is so small that only two words that were once warm are left.
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