But, obviously, I was late. Hussein was carrying a bag of plaster upstairs, calling "Tahli, Tahli", and Tahli was silent in the depths of the movie lens.
I thought it would be a "real" movie, that is, film. However, it is DVD projection. There is nothing wrong, the roughness of DVD is closer to the quality of Abbas, because he has never tried to beautify his life.
Some people say that the translation of "Lover under the Olive Tree" is too much, and "Under the Olive Tree" is more faithful to the style of Abbas. Indeed, the former is a bit kitsch and narrow, and it is easy to lead our imagination of movies astray. And you know, Abbas wants to show more than love, even he rarely mentions love.
If the characters in his movies have a commonality, it is: they are all stubborn and determined people with an unquestionable attitude towards life, such as Masons Hussein, such as the silent Taheri (her Silence does not mean that she has no choice in her heart. For example, a woman who walks a long way to take a bath, such as an old man who has lost his wife, is no longer married because "We have lived together for 50 years, and she gave birth to 6 children for me, so, That (referring to remarriage) is not good". For example, in "Where is My Friend's Home", the children who set out to find a way to return a workbook, such as those in "The Taste of Cherry" who don’t compromise with their own beliefs in life People. Yes, without compromise, then, is this based on religion or ethnicity?
Abbas is like a stranger who has explored the land of peach blossoms. He has been inquiring about and silently admiring it, as Linz is to the Lisu people in the Gospel Valley, as we are to the people on a good land.
In addition to movies, there is also a photo exhibition by Abbas. It turns out that he is also a person who has strong emotions for roads and trees-an extension to the distance and an extension to the heights. Roads and trees, they seem to accompany each other at all times, like warp and latitude, time and space.
This cold winter, I am standing in front of another snowy world, a world reproduced in someone’s heart, composed of roads, distances, sky, clouds, and trees. They are silent and omnipresent.
As he said:
Lord loved ones
give us rain from a touch of gentle clouds
, although from that strong, burning, burning, cloud beckons death
Amen
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