The purpose of art is nothing more than two: one is to tell the suffering, to express the suffering, so as to make all living beings equal, and finally make people transparent. The second is awakening, awakening the pursuit of truth and beauty in the soul, the recognition of eternity and instantness, and the confession of the mighty power of fate and the insignificance of oneself. The tracing and interpretation of history undoubtedly occupies an extremely important position in art. People's initial curiosity about clearing the fog of history may stem from "where did we come from", "how far have we come, and how did we become who we are today". But now, I don't seem to like that much purpose, I want to focus more on the history itself.
By touching the parts of history that we are willing to see, we can restore the glorious days of our ancestors, the luxury covered with golden sand, and then we are more certain that time is also a loser in the face of such a heavy human civilization, and time cannot really be taken away. Everything, the footprints of human beings are destined to not be annihilated. When the years are inlaid with the golden edge of civilization, there is no need to fear that beautiful things will eventually fade away like the wind. Just like the mother in the film, who is obsessed with exploring the funeral boat left by the Saxons on the manor land, bringing her little boy a sense of security beyond the fragile life experience, because she knows that life will not really be safe after she has come. Without a trace, by digging piece by piece of historical treasures, we are also personally discovering the invaluable value of every life course. The bow of the boat points to the eternal sea of stars, and the people who sit on the bow and carefully sweep away the smoke and dust to discover treasures have also been written into the annals of history. The lifting of death is light, timeless and charming, freehand and profound.
"We've been around since the first handprints were left on the cave wall, we didn't really die." Pay tribute to Netflix, in such an impetuous Internet era, dare to shoot such a small historical script, the twilight of the gods before World War II, let the spirit of the British aristocracy germinate and sublimate in the excavated and subsided land, until the scattered dialogues are released. Full of stars. There is no separation of life and death, only the singing of the nightingale and the cello, those natural love and connection.
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