A classmate said that women generally don't like this movie. "First, it is difficult for women to understand the brotherhood and vicissitudes of men between men. Second, women always regard men as shelters, expecting men to provide her with a stable and comfortable life, but it is strange that men will treat women Think of it as a spiritual belief and totem. Many women can’t understand this. Just like the male protagonist said when he confessed to the female protagonist: “Whenever I can’t stand life, I think of you and think of you still there. You support me to get through everything.' Schopenhauer said, it is ridiculous to regard women as a certain object of worship and spiritual belief. However, men are like this, going forward and succeeding. Schopenhauer laughs at men, just to explain himself It’s also been the case. Women are men’s guides, fire, light, and inexplicable beliefs. This force for women to endure everything in life and go on is not as Freud believed. from sex. I can only vaguely say that it comes from the heart. because I do not know why men would be so. "
I was shocked at this speech, because the play work from high school, I and female biological (Including people and hamsters) I have lived together for ten years, and I have never felt that they, or us, are so miraculous and full of divine brilliance. At first, many thoughts came out, thinking that this was a projection, a search for an ideal mother, but then gave up. Goethe said: "Eternal women lead us to ascend." For those who believe this, rational analysis is probably a cruel thing.
In my eyes, a woman is a lovely creature, not so sacred or so utilitarian. If there are some commonalities, it is that they don’t like abstract thinking, they like concrete and beautiful things, they like to communicate with each other, they need love and a sense of security, and they are good at making life warm. Perhaps there is a natural sympathy for the weak and admiration for the strong. I am not a person who pays attention to details and is good at life, so every time I live in Yuanjia, I watch her and her girlfriend help me make the bed, cook with them, prepare sandwiches for spring outing, and eat their snacks. I sigh from the heart: Although the most outstanding experts in every field are men, women make life better, and the warmth of human fireworks is something more eternal than abstract ideals. Imagine that the hero is dying, and can't help but live in Hexiang.
After watching the movie, I remembered another thing. I went to the Kaiyuan Temple in Quanzhou a while ago. There is an ancestral hall of the Huang family in the temple, which was built as a temple to commemorate the ancestor Huang Shougong's residence. The ancestral hall is filled with fireworks, and on the left and right walls are the list of scholars of the Huang family in Ziyun since the Tang Dynasty. I have read every name. Among the few previous lives I remember, only one was a scholar, and he died young, so I can’t help but envy the scenery of other people’s titles. Thoughts wandered, and suddenly my heart shook, and a voice said: But they are all dead. Come out and walk to the main hall at will, under the two rows of big banyan trees that cover the sky and shade the sun, the scriptures of the Song Dynasty are arranged in sequence. I wanted to shoot the words "Sanglian Dharma Realm" and I was focusing on it. A girl in a red dress walked into the lens. I waited for her to go out, but she stopped moving. I focused on her and found that she was a beautiful girl who looked so lively. But she won't be so young forever, don't you see Gao Tangming Jing's sad white hair, the morning is like blue silk and dusk is like snow. I think of the rising green smoke in the ancestral hall, the beauty of beauty is easy to grow old, the fame is dusty, and what can a person live for a lifetime.
"Once Upon a Time in America" also gave me a similar sense of trance. Thinking back to the life of the hero and many people, there seemed to be nothing but joy, sadness, passion, and hope, coexisting with the vicissitudes of life and nothingness. Whenever the protagonist is alone and the music is played, there is a kind of detached perspective, as if a lifetime has passed, and then looking back at the time, it seems true and illusion. This reminds me of the beginning of "A Hundred Years of Solitude" and "The Story of Your Life". It seems that every fragment can reflect the entire life. Faced with such a short and extremely rich life, there is only silence. After the side view, I feel that so far.
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