In the gray world, a tinge of blue emerges, like a gleam of light burning in the darkness. Those who live under the sun do not understand its language. Like me, the swaying halo is wrapped in the boundless black screen, and what I perceive is also a kind of alternative art, there may be fear, despair, and that's it. Those who are illuminated by the sun do not simply think that the meaning of life is to live, maybe there is, but never so strong that it transcends thought. We can turn around and separate art and life to interpret, appreciate and ponder. Living in a war-torn country where guns are more important than two legs, finding a safe and peaceful place to live is comparable to the difficulty of living in Guanghan Palace. Don't say a quiet dream is a luxury, even a nightmare will escape in the face of terrifying reality. The world is dark, and it would be best to just live with your eyes closed. Thinking of a certain scene, there is such a paragraph in a documentary about Afghanistan. The children who have been robbed of everything by the war can comfort their hearts when they look up at the sky and can freely say, "Where are you going? The sky is mine. !" Don't think this is a philosophical slogan, this is no longer a sensational trick to pull your sponsor's tears. And "The Turtle Can Fly", a story about children, is still an anti-war theme. A special place, a special time, a group of ordinary but special children. What are landmines? Not the explanation in the Kangxi dictionary, but the first picture drawn by your brain. When it becomes a machine for grinding meat and a pass to enter the gate of hell, it is no longer a simple term. As a Kurdish Iranian director Baman Gobadi likes to focus on the most simple ordinary people, this film is more like a sad song he wrote for the fate of his fellow tribesmen. All the films show the cruelty of war from the perspective of children. Even on the battlefield without gunpowder smoke, the Kurds who were suppressed by Hussein (Saddam's regime) still have to exchange their blood for freedom. The reality is heavy, but the plot itself still arranges a lot of jumping and brisk sections. Each child's personality is vividly expressed. The excitement that the satellite shows when he adores a girl, the unspoken resentment between his brother Henkoff and his sister, the forbidden TV show that is as terrifying as a flood of beasts, the loyal little servant who slapped twice in the face, the hand of the Turkish border guard. The live ammunition gun and the "broken leg gun" of the boy on crutches, the fake goldfish dyed in gold red... Smile, but always have a bitter taste. There is also the suspense set in the film. This is a heavyweight, heavy enough, like the smoke from the muzzle, slowly rising to the end of the film, making people's eyes clouded with angry mist. Most of the young actors employed by Barman are local children and only perform in their own right. To present a shocking film without leaving any traces of records, one cannot but praise the director's skill. If Saddam's regime in the play is the terrifying shady scene, is the glimmer of light brought by the US military who finally attacked Iraq a lasting light of happiness? As long as you think about it, you will understand that the freedom and justice regained will ultimately need a system of rule of law and democracy to protect it. U.S.-made mines are no different from Italian-made mines, and their arms were blown off. Hen Goff, a small mine expert who could predict, said a particularly intriguing remark. Weapons are provided by the civilized world, yes. But ignoring the crux is a reaction after brainwashing, and it is also the most direct external attribution thought in the vortex of war. When ordinary people as cannon fodder are ruined by the war, they will have a desperate desire to survive, even if they go back to the past. However, he doesn't know that these deadly landmines are "gifts" given to them by the dictatorship. The real cannibals are the dictators who rule that country, kidnap the common people and fight against civilization. If you don't completely change your face, if you don't completely get rid of the dictatorship, what is the difference in changing the master? Who is the real murderer? Saddam's regime? Another centralization to take fruit? Western democracies led by the United States? Officials and businessmen colluding with masked interest groups? Oil that can be turned into gold? Incompatible religious culture? Terrible thoughts that imprison civilization? Greedy humanity? stupid people? I don't think any of us have the ability to label these complex sentences satisfactorily, but as far as my selfish personal sentiments go. I sympathize with the little girl who jumped off the cliff. Sad for her life, sad for her fate, and even more sad for her powerlessness. The "satellite" that is often mixed with English in his speech is a thunder planted by the director. Whether it is interpreted as hope or awakening, one day time will peel off the veil covering the historical truth. In the last scene, the satellite turned around and ignored the footage of the U.S. military, I believe everyone heard the sound of broken hearts. Hope may never have come near these poor people. I hope that he will also pin his hopes on another sky outside the sky. To be strong, it must absorb foreign civilizations. Only when people go out will they know how to compare, know how to judge, know how to return, and find the real way. There is no one who does not yearn for freedom. Sadly, in that hopeless world, giving life is a sin, giving life, but depriving the eyes of the world, and letting vulnerable children embark on the journey of death is to find happiness. starting point. The drowned child flew like a turtle in the sea, gradually sank into the soil, and finally had freedom and peace. What else can a mother give her child besides life? If you can't raise him in peace, send him to heaven happily. It can only be these, what a speechless sorrow!
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