Summer gave way to autumn early, but the sun at noon still remained It was burning hot, so I turned out "August Photo Studio", a movie that I once met and brushed off. Even though this is a movie that has been reviewed by countless moviegoers, and even though the plot of the story is a little old-fashioned for those of us who are familiar with the language of images, we can't help but write down some words to remember our own emotions.
Liu Xiaofeng once said that those personal narratives often inadvertently change our views and even our destiny. Fate makes everyone feel a sense of grimness in their hearts, but the reality is so insignificant.
I often hear people say that if tomorrow is the end of the world, how to end a different life in an earth-shattering way, I often find it funny. Isn't the time of a person's life already judged? Whether it is Yu Yongyuan, who is terminally ill, or we are healthy, is there any difference? A person's life itself is a very fragile form of existence, like a leaf quivering on the branches in the wind, as if a suspended secret about time may wither at any time. And what kind of unwillingness is human beings, and how can they fill the color of life in a way that is different from others?
It's just an ordinary town, an ordinary photo studio, an ordinary man. Time passed inch by inch, Yong Yuan, who was sentenced to death by a terminal illness, sat alone on the school playground and pondered:
"When I was a child, all my classmates left, I am still sitting on the playground alone, missing the past. My mother, I suddenly realized that we will all disappear eventually..."
This man, whose movements on the horizontal bar were no longer neat, seemed to calmly and resolutely accepted an irresistible fact.
Yes, everything will disappear eventually. There is always some beauty that is eager to be retained. Taking pictures is a kind of memory. A girl who is not confident in her appearance in front of the camera, an old grandmother who decides to take a photo of her death, has a cramped expression or a serene expression. If you are not satisfied with the photo, you can retake it, but not in life.
Everything will disappear. The pace of life should not change because of this. Yong Yuan, a man with thick-rimmed glasses, always smiles brightly, still sleeps in peace, still does housework unhurriedly, still drives an electric car roaring through the streets of the town, still earnest and meticulous. run a photo studio.
Everything will disappear. But there is no way to refuse some people walking in and out of life. The woman Yongyuan loved in the past reunited in this small town where they lived together. The taste of some memories that only belonged to them was chewed carefully in their hearts, but it became a joke when they fell on the mouth. But Delin, this quiet and indifferent woman, came to him at the most ordinary moment and accompanied him on the final journey.
In August, in the season of late summer and early autumn, the sun spreads warmly on the street, reflecting hope through the window glass. They met in August's photo studio. Her harsh and domineering tone made him amused. He handed her an ice cream under the shade of a tree; the car drove her galloping like a gust of wind; she embraced shyly in the torrential rain. Go forward; tell her ghost stories that make people laugh and cry... All of this is like the traditional understanding of love in the East.
This beautiful encounter almost dilutes the shadow of death that shrouds him from time to time, and in the gaps between those trivial daily lives, he will also be afraid, and on a sleepless night when the cold rain knocks on the window, he will also be by his father's side Looking for ease; on a drunken night, he can't control his restless emotions.
The footsteps of death are near, near. It was like a pre-warning that made him fall off guard, but it was a false alarm, but because of the anxiety of Delin's waiting, he wandered in front of the closed photo studio day after day. There were signs of decadence, a few autumn winds were bleak, and a few dead leaves fell silently... Finally, one day, she smashed the glass window angrily, and threw the man who disappeared for no reason into the depths of memory...
Eight Moon Photo Studio, the station of life: a beautiful encounter, a quiet companionship, and a sudden farewell. Who is staring with nostalgia through the window glass, and who can't help but turn back and send a light smile? Yongyuan changed from solemnity to a smile when he took a photo of himself. Delin smiled knowingly when she saw her photo in the window. How can you not let you smile with tears in front of the screen? This smile, how much tolerance, understanding, and relieved life beliefs are contained in it.
One person for a moment, like the moment when the shutter is lightly pressed, the most important thing should be remembered is that light and shallow smile...
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