if you had to choose the most beautiful scene to say goodbye to your life, what would you choose?
I can't think of too many people, too many things, crowded into a pile, and blurred my vision. When I was a
kid, my brother was drinking milk in the yard. He poured milk down his neck. I was fascinated by the sight of my chest. I vaguely remember that it was a summer afternoon on
a stormy night. My mother held me and walked under the street light
. For some reason, I turned my head and found the boy I had a crush on was staring at me wow! Did you make a mistake~~~~!
. . .
Many years later, when he met his first love boyfriend, he took out his long-cherished portfolio, which contained unsent letters. I cried when I saw it, but I was so happy.
The moment I met the Buddha in the snowy weather in Beijing, my heart was warmly touched by the warmth of
winter. Walking with the person I liked in the foggy West Lake, I couldn't explain the feeling of gain and loss. I couldn't explain the night
. . .
It turns out that there are so many beautiful past events in my life, and I suddenly feel that they are all important. They represent the trajectory of my life. How can I just prefer one of them?
Mochizuki, the character in the play, was also stranded in the kingdom of heaven for 50 years because of such concerns until he found that his fiancee had spent his whole life recalling that love, and he was influenced. He is willing to make himself part of the happiness of others and then disappear. The most touching part of the film is undoubtedly Mochizuki sitting on the bench, raising his buried head, and staring at the group of friends he works with for a long time. Then, it was pitch black - he was gone. . .
Sitting on the shuttle bus, I will inadvertently pay attention to the passing gray concrete houses, the monotonous old four-panel windows above, give me a feeling of closeness. and. . . The commissary in the suburban brick house still uses L-shaped counters to hold all kinds of dusty cookie bags. I don't know why I pay attention to these. and. . . A wall covered with roses along the Huangpu River, what does it represent? Did anyone stare at it for a long time too?
Actually, this is not a good movie. Long paragraphs of monologues, interviews and slow motion make people look down without emotion. I don't know what the director's intention is, is it to let the audience follow along to think about their own life, and then meet the picture of the film?
I remember cherry blossoms, snowflakes, benches, bamboo forests, airplanes, and the grey vibe. . .
This is a gray film, in my mind.
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