Those coincidences, those seemingly inevitable coincidences, those unexpected encounters.
When the years pass, what does time leave behind in our lives? What is our life, the length of life, measured by?
In memories, what records time and what grows, is the encounter time and time again. In each stage of memory, the symbol of segmentation is not time, but people one by one, encountering one by one. In a certain state in memory, a certain relationship, a certain self, there is a corresponding person who stayed there together. As time passes, it turns yellow, with nostalgia and helplessness, with the smell of that age, Hidden somewhere in the heart, still brewing, wafting out a sentimental fragrance.
Every encounter that people cherish, people live, are encounters with people other than themselves and with themselves again and again. It is not a meeting. A simple meeting is different from an encounter. An encounter is a real encounter between two souls, a tacit understanding of communication. It is to find people who can speak the same language in the big world. This kind of encounter is not easy, it is not obtained by hard work, so it is more worthy of cherishing. Every time we meet, we will find that we have grown. Through communication, we have learned something, and some indescribable warmth has arisen in our hearts. gratitude. Even willing to believe that such an encounter is a miracle, that some magical force arranged such an encounter for us to understand and grow
Talk about the film, the beginning of the fairy tale, the route drawn by the brush, the rough paper, the seemingly clumsy and fantasy shapes on the paper, think about entering the world depicted by the brush, an arranged, with children's The world observed by the eyes, the boyish face, the bright and curious eyes, and a noisy home, a busy family, a noisy and difficult life, and pink shoes that seem out of tune with it. From the very beginning, the inner child who was full of illusions, dazed and restless expectations and bewildered began an unconscious confrontation, a confused and helpless resistance, resisting what he could not agree with and understand but had to accept. Life and environment resist the adult world he recognizes - the complaints of parents, children who are always cranky, do not work properly, and do not understand practical life. He has a world he can hide from, a world he imagines, maybe that's what people are born to want, an interpretation of happiness and beauty, the philosophy of a child who has not been wiped out. But back to the real world, he is isolated. He has his paintings, but he is unwilling to share them. His running is his pride. It was this pride that was shattered suddenly, when a strange girl forcibly broke into his sight, into his world, and with it, the world of her vibrant imagination.
I saw two people who met happily, children who gained courage from each other. Children have a child's world, a child's perspective and a special way of thinking. It's a little cute little pride, happy playtime every day, simple contentment. The kind of happiness that has been abandoned by adults. People who have grown up have learned to pursue happiness that goes against their heart, and happiness has always been so out of reach, as if it has always been avoided, the speed of time has begun to speed up, and we have forgotten our innocence. of pleasure, we are punished, we are never satisfied.
Together with him, she built a world with imagination, a secret world belonging to the two people, so life took on a different color, so the two people took the magic of the fantasy world to complete the problems in the real world. But, it was such a beautiful thing, but in an instant, it disappeared without a trace.
She's dead, something like that shouldn't have happened in this fairy-tale movie, but it did, and we were caught off guard.
So we look at death through the eyes of the child. I would say that this is a very precious examination, the first time he really faced death. We should all be like this - since childhood, we have faced the departure of our relatives, which are usually elders, and they are separated by a long distance, and the attitude of our parents tells us that death is not a special thing. It is not an unacceptable thing, so we accept it without thinking. But this child is facing the death of a companion. They are still so young, and some of them are only so simple. He is also far away from the age of numbness to death. Therefore, in the eyes of this child, the world Deformed, he tried to find it, tried to prove that it was a dream. Out of the instinct of life, he felt great pain for the disappearance of a life. I don't know if this is a door, a door where he began to think about his existence. What I saw was his clear eyes. In the trance, puzzled, questioning, sadness.
Death is not that far away, it could be tomorrow, it could be the next second. And we, always envisioning, always feel that time is still very long. There are many things that we know are important, but we think twice, consider the gains and losses, and are timid. Because we subconsciously give ourselves a length of life that we can accept, we use that length to arrange our life, or we do not arrange to spend our life. We always don't think about it, the fragility of life, we don't think about it, or we don't want to think about it. We subconsciously want to believe that our life is still very long, important things, that's it, forget it, there is still time in the future. I'll talk about it later, wait, later, I will learn, later, I will confess to the person I love, later, I will have a better life...
That girl, fortunately, every part of her life She does her best to live every day. She is never afraid to do what she thinks is worthwhile. Every day of her life can be the last day. Maybe, it's just my guess. At the moment of death, she has no regrets. . The encounter with her brought people a lot, a lot...
The most beautiful thing in the movie, I think, is the youngest girl, she's always on the side, her soft hair, pouting mouth, her wayward, naughty, her Barbie. Her weakness, her most intimate care... She is still young, still young, her life is a completely young and uncontaminated life, the world between her and her brother is close, and she can see the fairy tale world with her eyes. When we grow up, when all we see is reality, our eyes are always filled with tears and sadness. Is such a pair of eyes no longer the hope of the Creator?
The film is not satisfactory, the handling at the end is relatively far-fetched, and there is too much to express, which is a little confusing and shallow in the second half. I don't know why the ending is such a fairy tale kingdom, why is it the joyful eyes of the two brothers and sisters, this kind of treatment is like a beautiful mask, used to hide the sadness of facial expressions, to tell people who grow up not to give up hope? Don't want the audience to be saddened by that death?
I want to say too much, I can't understand my thoughts, and that's it.
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