After watching the movie in a hurry in the morning, maybe my experience is not enough to support more insights, I feel as if I understand something, but I don't seem to understand anything. This is a story of poets and statesmen, fugitives and pursuers, encounters and persecutors. It made me suddenly and deeply feel the meaning of an artist's existence in times of peace and war, and what can be changed. Another point is that in the stories of other people or more influential people, we are often just a supporting role (or seem to be not even a supporting role), and we don't even have a name. But we still have our own beliefs and perseverance, and we are determined to accomplish something. We can change the surroundings with our own power and also be changed by the surrounding environment. It doesn’t matter, it always exists, but it may not be remembered by more people, but that What does it matter. In fact, there is still a faint point. It seems that in a more conventional heroic story, there must always be a persecutor, a bad guy, a boss, and a villain. And then the right side finally triumphed after all the hardships, serving as a model that could inspire more people. I suddenly remembered that my friend recommended this movie at the beginning, saying, "This movie is very beautiful." But I may not have any artistic skills, but I just feel that the scenes are relatively harmonious, and the final snow mountain scene is very beautiful.
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