While everyone watched in panic, he and his brother rushed to the sea to rescue a strange drowning woman. At the same time, his beloved wife passed away. When he returned home, his ten-year-old daughter's slender body threw herself into his arms.
Never seen such a cool shot handling. Trauma and pain are lightly overshadowed by the real life stillness that has to go on. He takes his daughter to work, get off work, eat, sleep, read stories, and play games alone. He began to take his daughter to school, and got to know his daughter's school, classmates, and parents.
If there is no young daughter, he may sink into a person's sorrow and sink. Seeing how the father and daughter are living side by side, I think of Yi Shu's novel [How to Say Goodbye] more than once. He is also a man who has lost his wife. He continues to live with helpless and helpless little people, resisting the attack of his thoughts every moment. Even in order to escape the familiar environment, he took his daughter to travel around the world. In the end, his daughter grows up and learns to face the truth and reality of life, while he is still stuck in the memories of his beloved wife. One day, he finally found out that he was afraid that his daughter would be too lonely if she lost her mother, but it turned out that her daughter had always accompanied him in his loneliness.
And Pietro, the Italian media manager, promised his daughter who walked into the school gate: I will wait for you here until you come out. This little commitment started another life for him. At first, his daughter didn't believe it. One or two days, he sat on the bench opposite the school, looked at the window of her daughter's classroom, and waved to her where she could see him during the lunch break every day. Slowly, he took this life for granted. In a daze, watching, reading the newspaper, drinking coffee, playing the game of pressing the headlights with a child passing by every day, greeting the woman walking the dog with silence, and discussing the practice of a lunch with the cafe owner. Gradually, his brother came here to talk to him about his worries, his sister-in-law came here to talk to him about his troubles, and his partner, boss and clients all came here to discuss work with him. The woman he rescued also came here to thank him, and learned that his usual seemingly gentle husband had shown a cold and selfish side when he was killed.
This small park opposite the school has become the beginning of another life for him.
2. However, sadness still struck, in the silent night, like a rush.
At what cost does a successful man learn about a lack in life? He suddenly learned from his relatives what his wife had never disclosed. He didn't even know that he had been sick before his wife died, and he didn't even know how lonely his wife was on weekdays. He is busy with work, socializing, and intrigues in shopping malls. He forgot to slow down to see the truth of life, and now, he was finally forced to stop.
Sadness is only at this time fully vented. He listened to the people on the stage in the parent's spiritual counseling class about death or ending in a spiritual or physical way, and the long-buried emotions suddenly burst like a tide. He drove aimlessly on the empty late-night road, his eyes were dull and desperate, and after the sudden emergency brake, he suddenly pressed the sad button and cried bitterly on the silent road. All the thoughts and repentances came so sharply that people were at a loss, and they could only cry out like a child.
And sadness is so restrained. He is respected because he knows how to control himself. Because I know restraint, so sadness is so dignified. Because of self-control, life goes on.
3. Life is a restlessness and pain beneath the surface of serenity.
I am not as fond of Italian films as I am of Spanish films, but I am still fascinated by them from time to time. This seemingly peaceful film [Peaceful Restlessness / Tranquil Chaos] is not as shocking as the way [Pianist at Sea] and [Sicily Beautiful Legend] deal with grief, but the same silent power is like silence. The water was deep and flowing, I held my breath and swam with it.
We often cry in the name of grief, or slumber into oblivion. Sometimes it seems that I really think that I have found the strength to be strong when I cry. But in recent years, I have suddenly come to appreciate those unbearable sorrows and silences, those seemingly calm faces and eyes, those seemingly indistinguishable lives, the various sorrows buried in it are the most incomprehensible. withstand. Can you understand this kind of helplessness and despair to surrender to fate? It doesn't even have anything to do with optimism or pessimism, it doesn't even have anything to do with any feeling, it just bows its head in response, but takes it step by step.
Everything in the world is like a quiet river. We all have to swim.
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