Iranian director Abbas Kiarostami filmed "Where Is My Friend's Home" in the late 1980s and told a rather simple story: a primary school student wanted to return his homework to his classmate. Although he didn't know where his home was, he still searched persistently. Although he didn't find it in the end, he helped him write his homework and finally escaped the result of being reprimanded by the teacher.
A story that couldn't be simpler, a story with little investment, but it moved me, and I couldn't calm down for a long time. What moved me like this? It's that persistence, that passion, that friendship, the persistence, enthusiasm and friendship that adults despise and never see in adults.
Even if the classmate's home is far away, even if he is strictly asked to do a lot of things, even if he doesn't know where the classmate's home is, he is trying hard to find it and put his best effort into it. There is not a single scene in the movie that makes you cry, but it is far more artistic and memorable than those movies that use the actors in the play to cry to win the audience's momentary excitement.
Suddenly I find myself often doing such stupid things. In order to reach a promise that others have long forgotten, or to secretly fulfill the wishes of my friends, or just to satisfy my impulsive thoughts, I go around regardless of the consequences. Running around until I get overwhelmed, I just want to achieve that seemingly great goal. But in the end, I found that no one will say anything to you for this, and I will inevitably feel that it is not worth it, but what is often left are some good memories. This kind of behavior, which may seem disdainful to most people now, often makes me feel relieved; therefore, it is very satisfying to be able to maintain a childlike mind no matter what time it is. happy things.
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