Once I had a big fight with my father. I don't remember what I said. I just remember that after the fight, my father told me a lot about him and my grandmother when I was young.
On the New Year's Day in 1999, my father wrote Spring Festival couplets on the street, my mother helped my father sell them, and my grandmother waited for them to return home alone. As the Chinese New Year is approaching, every household in the countryside rushes to the county town to hold the New Year's goods. In those days, there were no mobile phones and transportation was inconvenient, so my grandmother walked from her hometown to the county alone to buy New Year's goods. Mom and Dad sold Spring Festival couplets very late. After closing the stall, they saw Grandma standing alone in front of the Grain and Trade Bureau on the way home. It gets dark early in winter, and the dry cold wind blows people just want to hurry back to a warm home. Dad said that he would never forget the scene at that time-the old mother waiting in a strange place in the cold night, lonely and helpless. Dad didn't know why grandma was standing there at that time. Maybe it was because he didn't bring enough money, or he was eager to find mom and dad to go home with him when he saw the night falling gradually. The reason is no longer important, my grandmother passed away when I was in the fifth grade of elementary school. Dad was in tears when he talked about that scene. When he was young, he neglected to take care of and accompany his grandma in order to make a living and busy with work. Now that he is rich, his grandma has been away for many years.
"On the road of life, you keep walking, and there is always a little bit of time." After watching Hirokazu Kore-eda's film "Never Stop Walking", my thoughts drifted far and far along with the beautiful music at the end of the film, and this sentence was always in my mind. It is Hirokazu-eda's films that are always so calm and delicate, as if Japanese life is as quiet as prose poetry. It's Hirokazu Kore-eda's movies. I haven't watched much. I probably only watched "Haijie Diary", "Miracle", "Nobody Knows" and this "Walking".
It is Hirokazu Kore-eda's films that often observe life from an indifferent perspective, express emotions with a calm attitude, delicate and soft but never pretentious, and the trivial details are the bits and pieces of real life. This sense of authenticity is the most precious. Yes, because everyone wants to be moved by sincerity. I don't remember where I saw it, but about the film "Never Stop", it was Hirokazu Kore-eda who said: "This is a story where nothing happened, and there is nothing but details, because when the details accumulate, It's life."
Life is the kitchen ensemble of the female relatives at home, washing and peeling carrots, the stewed meat bubbling in the pot, and the steam on the stove; it is the children chasing and playing in the courtyard, tired of playing. Just went back to the house and feasted on the frozen barley tea and sweet ice cream; it was the family who was busy and bustling, occasionally bickering and laughing; When the tempura smells, he deliberately put his face out to eat.
The only child's normal life is to entertain himself alone, and the fast-paced modern life makes the connection between the extended family less frequent. I have lived with my grandma and grandfather in my uncle's house since I was a child. After my grandma and grandpa went to Beijing to take care of my young cousin, I rarely felt the lively atmosphere of a big family. Seeing the lively big family in the movie, I felt the warmth that I haven't seen for a long time.
The characters in the movie are all real and cute. Even though the mother complained to her daughter in private about the daughter-in-law who had just entered the house, she still gave her the kimono she had treasured; The grumpy old grandfather is also full of love for Housi like his grandson.
But family love, not only has such a warm side, but also has a contradictory side. Daughter Chinami is always busy reconciling all kinds of unhappiness in the family. However, after leaving the big family, she will also complain to her husband about her parents' partiality to the eldest son; the father loves his son, but he is still a member of the second son's failure to inherit his career. The doctor is worried; the second son has been thinking about the life of his parents, but he rarely calls home; the daughter-in-law Yukali is careful to be a good daughter-in-law, but inevitably needs to be alone to take a breath and release huge pressure , even though he has entered the family, he still feels like an outsider.
Live together, love each other, but occasionally confront each other. Family love is like this, part of it is concern, part of it is contradiction. The bond between relatives is the same as the bond between ordinary people, but because of love, there is more warmth and less cruelty.
In the car leaving, many people remembered the name of the sumo wrestler that their mother was talking about, and the mother's figure had gradually drifted away. When the son's family left, the parents thought that they shouldn't say goodbye in an overly formal way like "shaking hands", but they had already left the family and returned to their small home.
The taciturn father said earnestly to his son: "We should go to a football game, with you, and your little one." The mother expressed her little wish more than once. She longed for her son to drive her to go shopping.
After the son's family left in the bus, the father muttered: "The next time they come back, it will be the New Year." In the bus, the son said with relief: "This time I'm going home, and I won't have to come again during the Chinese New Year."
I didn't go to the football game or drive my mother to go shopping. At the end of the film, many families visit their parents' graves. They walked a long slope, many telling their younger daughter the story of the "yellow butterfly" that her mother had told him - a white butterfly that survives the winter and turns into a yellow butterfly in the coming year.
In the film, the scene that moved me the most was when many stepsons told the night: "Today I saw a yellow butterfly. It was exactly the same as what my father caught in Karuizawa. When I grow up, I want to be like my father. A piano tuner. If you can't, then become a doctor." Yukari said to his son Atsushi: "Half of your body is from me, and half of your body is from your father." Housi asked his mother, "How much?" The mother said, "He will also become a part of your body, slowly and firmly."
Like the story of "Yellow Butterfly", it is passed down from generation to generation.
Family love is like this, blood is thicker than water, the surface is calm but tumbling undercurrents. The inextricable cares are also the constant contradictions. The inheritance of blood and the passing of family affection have never stopped, and they will slowly and firmly become part of your body. But we are walking, but it is always too late to respond to the slow beat in life.
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