I especially like Aiming in the movie. Such stubbornness is quite condemning to the government. When everyone was no longer willing to entangle with the government, he still wanted to stand up, just for the trees on that side of the field. When he saw him watering out the unburned bonfire under the tree, picking up the scattered garbage, holding the unfinished fruit in his hand, he fell asleep leaning on the tree like that, and he couldn't help but feel a little moved. I know that we will encounter many things in a year, pain and joy. Those things come together in just one day, and only the people around us on this day will notice these things, and then there is nothing. Change. They forgot and left them behind, only we ourselves were chewing repeatedly, tossing and turning in the dark night. Ai Ming repeatedly said, even citing legal provisions, and struggling to type on the typewriter, but no one helped him, even his family members around him. Everyone is tired or busy with their own affairs, this is understandable, at least Aiming still chooses to stick to it. His life can clearly see the final ending, but this does not seem to be a reason for him to give up.
I found that each of us is the same as Ali. For what I want, I insisted at the beginning, and I want to get what I need through hard work. But life inevitably has accidents. Even a second can change the rest of our lives. Ali's egg was broken, and finally he no longer insisted on the principle of not cheating or deceiving others. He became smooth and replaced with another egg. And, gradually began to half-hearted, with a music lighter in his pocket, but exchanged a lie for a music watch. You can't say that the young heart is being corroded, life is like this, like a torrent of powerlessness. If you don't choose to follow, you have to be pushed forward by it.
Whether it’s Safet, Aidik, Muzaffa... Whether it’s everyone’s yawning when they are talking... Whether it’s whether the tree was chopped down, or whether it was chopped down at the end of the movie . Our life is 364 days of peace after removing those troublesome and smiling days.
I suddenly wanted to be a farmer. Looking at the dark clouds on the mountain and listening to the roar of thunder, I only thought of my crops, not endless conflicts of desire.
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