"Spring in the Cattle Class". A heartwarming film from 2004. Director Chris Bahati made these sixty wild children sing as glowing angels. And when we saw the angels, they so easily lived in the big house with the blue roof in our hearts.
I watched it more than once, but I was still in tears in the chorus sound like the sound of nature. This kind of touching is not like the loyalty of love, the selflessness of family, nor the sincerity of friendship. And this kind of moving is happy, and it comes from sincere gratitude. For the sixty angels and the trusted teacher Matthew.
indeed. Those children who are called "problem students" are always so real by our side. I often think of the same naughty classmates that I have gotten along with. They are always self-confident, self-confident but inferior. They yearn to be cared for, but never get the kind of care that really belongs and suits them. So, there are more questions, more rebellion, more silence. There are more disappointments.
However.
A good teacher is always better than a hundred good cops.
The presumptuous soul also has a clean and beautiful side.
When the music starts, when the boys begin to sing under the command of Mr. Matthew. Everything is different. Those notes are like an extremely clean mirror. The boys look at themselves and their hearts in the music, and happiness is born in this way.
Gloomy school. grey walls. Indifferent teacher. However, just like that, inadvertently, it changed. It is not these so-called problem teenagers who are stubborn. Pure everything quietly covers the heart within this high wall. Dreams that yearn to fly are flying higher and higher in the blue sky, with hot air balloons full of the future.
The ending doesn't seem to be very satisfying. The choir was forced to disband, Matthew was fired, and the music-loving kids didn't even see him off. The sadness instantly flowed from the screen into my heart.
But. Suddenly, he looked up. One, two, three, more and more paper planes flew out of the window and landed at the feet of Matthew who was about to leave.
The children's familiar handwriting became the most wonderful gift Matthew received. And the singing in the gray wall has become the warmest fairy tale in this depressing school. The children, just like that, became beautiful angels who sang.
when we have music. The rebellious little devil in his heart became quiet.
Indeed it is. In this beautiful spring with music.
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