sculptor said, are you crying, men shouldn't cry.
The young, trembling voice answered,
you know no one loves me
they all left because I was blind I could go to school like everyone else
if I could see but now I have to go to school for the blind like in the world On the other end, the teacher said that God loves the blind because they can't see but I said if that's the case, God won't let them go blind, so we can't see God . The teacher said, "God is invisible, he's everywhere, you can feel it. To him, you know him with your fingertips" Now I keep reaching out until one day I can feel the presence of God and tell him everything, even the secrets of my heart and then, the sculptor is silent, as if being Hit emoji. I like what my grandmother said, "I planted grass here, wheat over there", and then the hillsides filled with splendid flowers, feeling-touching-spelling-imagining-feeling- so, At first small nests, then running hillsides, then soft waves, and living, sculpted birds. Laughter, gifts, the faces of relatives and friends... just touch everything around me gently, and then there is what he said, "Keep reaching out until one day I feel God"... When touching the wheat, The music that sounded instantly reminded me of the Scottish bagpipes, the same melodious, harmonious, tranquil, happy, even when I was sent to the sculptor, and when I fell into the water, I never felt hopeless for him;
Maybe it's because of the empty and lively bird calls that echo in the sky all the time.
Maybe it's because of Grandma's wrinkled smile.
Maybe it's because of Muhammad's sad tears, the
sudden sunshine at the last moment of the movie, the weak, trembling hands. Wake up...
Then we know that the suffering that life has bestowed on them is actually dignity, never violence and cruelty;
this is what the Seventh Year said, "the refraction of the glory of Islamic civilization".
Another: The first time, but when his father was divorced and the burden was thrown on the ground, his nose felt sore; when he
turned back and listened to that unknown piece of music, every word he spelled, suddenly I know why I feel sad but still happy. I know hope
. In short, this is a good movie. It's amazing that the director was a little girl who was only 14 years old at the time. It's no wonder that she won the Venice Film Festival in 2005. Best debut film award; it's a movie era where talents are born~~~
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