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This melody is very comfortable and warm. Like the brightest star hanging on a tree branch outside the window, you can see it when you lie on the bed with a fluffy quilt. There is a music box with a ballet dancer beside the bed, and notes are flowing zheng Cong Cong. Well, it's better to be given to you by your dear father.
Perhaps only at this moment, I deeply understand the yearning and desire of pine nuts in childhood.
Need care, need love. It needs a little warmth that can be seen and grasped. Even if she paid the price of being in bed all year round, she would not feel that it was a loss. Just like my sister. Living in a bed full of stars, my father always comes with gifts, leaning against him, and asking for warmth.
Since she was young, she has been such a stupid girl who doesn't weigh the weight. I don’t know how much wealth I have in terms of health and beauty, even if compared with the love and care of anyone else, it’s not necessarily insignificant.
She never learns to calculate what she is worth, she deserves a stable and decent job, not being threatened by a wretched principal; she deserves the exclusive love of a mature and outstanding man, not being unwilling first. Her boyfriend was beaten violently and was brought up by a married man; she deserves a warm and stable family, not a pimp partner who betrayed her body for many years and stabbed to death and deceived her. She went to jail and came out again. People who wanted to marry did not wait. She loves another person again, it is her turn to wait for him until he is released, but the other party fled. She was worthy of a peaceful old age, but when she felt refreshed, she was beaten to death by the gangster because she was not pleasing to the eye.
I think I have never seen a good fortune than this, because I have never seen a woman more stubborn than her. You or me, all sentient beings, love it once or twice, and always get hurt and painful, lose the strength to love and believe; always change the law of survival, find a good way for yourself, and plan for the future , Care about gains and losses. But I don't know that there can be such a posture, which is to never compromise to ask for love. Requires a strong love that does not distinguish between each other, pays no question in return, and only wishes to share love for a lifetime.
If she thinks she has this love, she can live happily without frowning. Whether it was being beaten or being arranged to sacrifice the body, whether in the fireworks field or in the dark prison. If she loses this love, she will walk around completely, stupefied.
Clumsy, how could there be such a clumsy person. Incompetent, how could there be such an incompetent person. To put all the meaning of life on the unreliable point of love, and to give all the wealth to oneself, to sacrifice for those men who are not worthy.
So, when her stupid body finally crawled on the grass in the dark night, I almost took a breath. At least, the tragedy ends here, and she no longer has to struggle with love and warmth.
Or, I'm just selfishly, don't want to feel sorry for her anymore, can't bear to watch her pursue utopia like love, and praise her father chasing warmth like the sun.
When one has taken such self-masochistic pursuit as the principle of survival, and is protected by this fanatical desire, one does not know fear, does not fear tomorrow, does not fear pain, does not fear humbleness, does not ask for material things, does not ask for salvation. One sentence in her life: Love is everything-when she is beyond the scope of being criticized, because we can't do it, so she can't just say that you are wrong. We can only slander and slander, but it is inevitable that we will be deterred by the courage and vitality that sweeps through, and we can’t speak for a long time. When we recover, we still don’t know what we should do to such an extremely ineffective but brilliant life. What to say.
Maybe, if you want to rewrite a happy story, you have to sleep on a small bed where you can see the stars from the beginning, with a rotating music box and the smiling face of my dear father next to it. In this way, she may be spared the life-long love-loving fever that accompanies her to live her life normally and calmly.
However, since we haven't started from the beginning, we can only stare at Matsuko's beautiful and glorious face in the surreal lyrical ending of the movie, watching the intertwined recurrence of her life story. The people she passed by, the mixed eyes that cast her on her. Those people were moved by her after all, and finally felt that their mediocre life was illuminated by the flames of love bursting out of her body. We were also moved by her after all, and after all, by the love she was so vigorous and so innocent and brave that she was out of control.
And she just walked on the way home so calmly.
There, there is her original ideal of love and warmth.
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