Too familiar, many mothers are a typical traditional oriental women. Hirokazu Kore-eda should be such a humanistic director! He has brought the exquisiteness that women can't reach to the extreme. The lines are not too many, the emotions are not salty or bland, but it is too lifelike, it is accurate to every part of life, rigorous but not old-fashioned, elegant but not boring . So much so that we were so immersed in it that we forgot that it was a Japanese movie. A grandmother is everyone's grandmother. When her children and grandchildren came back, she was always habitually making more things and busy managing the meals of the whole family. She would say, "Is there not enough food, let's make more snacks." The way she feels distressed for her son is probably the factor that induces every daughter-in-law to be jealous, right? Her nagging, very much like my grandmother. That's what my grandmother told me, don't go to the beach, don't go swimming. Because her relatives were swept away by the river in the early years, she was afraid of water all her life and did not let people play in the water. And I just thought she was nagging back then, but when I saw this scene in the movie today, I really realized her intentions back then. The relationship between a lot of fathers and a lot of them is more like the relationship between father and son in the East, both enemies and friends, needless to say. Many fathers resembled my grandfather. My father once asked me, do you know that when old people get old, where do they get old first? I guessed for a long time, but did not say the answer in his mind.
"The fastest of the old is the pace."
Later, every time I went back to my grandfather's house and pressed the doorbell, I could always hear the footsteps of my grandfather when he opened the door for me. Young people walk fast and fast, active and light. The middle-aged man walks with a heavy pace. What about the elderly? Grandfather couldn't lift his legs, and the clack of slippers and the floor was a slow rhythm, moving, not walking. Every time I stand in front of the door, listening to my powerful heartbeat, listening to every minute and second of my grandfather walking from the wing to the door to open the door for me, it always feels like a mixed bag. Grandfather spent more and more time, and I came home less and less often. Every time I say goodbye before leaving my hometown, my eyes are always uncontrollably moist. "The next time we meet will be three months later, right?" The father made a round, and the grandfather and grandmother waved and walked into the wing, as if they didn't care about anything. It was still the sound of slippers rubbing against the floor.
Chacha-chacha-chacha...
After many fathers sent away many families, they said in despair: The next time is the New Year, right?
And in the car, many embarrassed to say to his wife: the New Year is not coming. Just come once a year.
Tears erupted at that moment. The car started slowly, and the old man staggered and walked up the stairs. The faint figure was frozen at the end of time.
Life is so simple, yet it starts over and over again. Where did the mortals get so many soul-stirring fires? Plain is the best, but also the most difficult to handle. Just like Zhou Xingchi's final choice of the bowl of noodles in "God of Cookery", the blandness highlights the beauty of Qijue. Many families must miss the rice, fried corn and turnip dishes that their mother made. The original taste is the most ordinary, but when I think about it many years later, the taste is still unforgettable.
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