Later, I read this film review: "In that sun and land, at the moment when the scarecrow holding a branch diagonally was blown away by the wind, God's tender mercy has quietly descended." In the darkest In moments of loss, true emotion, such as tender pity, is brought back to life and strength.
Later, I also watched a lot of similar movies Talk to Her, In July... and indulged in those real lovely but pathetic emotions.
When we reach out and want to love the world, we often encounter cruelty and games. So we wandered alone in our respective worlds, met occasionally, broke up in disappointment, and forgot each other in the rivers and lakes.
Maybe one day, we will walk into the same theater and be moved by the same movie. We still love the world, it's only because we've had so much cruelty and heartbreak that we start to love ourselves more, waiting in the dark for miraculously tenderer emotions.
I began to think that maybe all this was an inner fantasy. If my heart was like a quiet flowing river, or the gentle sun on a winter afternoon, then I could forget all of this.
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