At that time, I thought that this kind of silent tears that I didn't even notice was the most precious.
No matter how bad it is, I hope that one day watching movies and reading books can at least shed tears.
God knows how long I haven't cried because of the film and television vocal stuff?
The last time I read the comic "I Want to Tell You" on the Internet, the strong maintenance and help between the girls, such a dazzling friendship made me yearn for a frenzy, so I clicked the mouse while laughing and crying softly; but Moved by the movie? cry? Oh, I'd shake my head sarcastically - that's a little girl or kid's game. Originally, I lost the urge to cry as long as I thought about the essence of something wrapped in an entertainment business shell; not to mention a film with a suspiciously provocative color in itself. Such as "my sister's keeper".
Look, the names are so blatant - the guardian of my sister. It is obvious that he wants to earn tears and ask for gimmicks.
But after watching it, I know that tears will always lag behind your sorrows. Crying without awareness is not necessarily a revealing of true feelings - and it is only painful tears or silent tears when you are deeply hurt.
At first, I listed it in the movie watching plan of dorm cooking. The last time I cooked porridge, the glutinous rice was sticky and smooth, and I was in a good mood to eat it, which directly caused my roommate and I to watch it happily, while discussing the question of whether the protagonist girl would be equally pleasing without her hair. Today is March 12, 2011, Arbor Day, Saturday. Last night, I was struggling with a friend to discuss philosophy (yes, the obscure question of philosophy and values), and I used all the reserves I had on the G test a while ago; it directly caused me to sleep until noon, and went downstairs to buy it in a daze Instant noodles with vegetables and tomatoes. After a simple wash, cook in a large pot, and the color and aroma are all present. I wanted to hold the book, but my roommate said, why don't you just watch the last movie? I think about it, it's a really good idea, otherwise I wouldn't be able to remember to finish the movie if I put it on the hard drive for 10,000 years.
Move the computer, let the kate on the screen walk down the stairs, and the appearance of the dance party is shining.
We both exclaimed: It's so beautiful.
So the story develops smoothly. The little sister sues her parents and is overwhelmed; Kate flashes back memories of her dewy relationship with Taylor, until Taylor dies and the love fades away; a light is lost in life. More chemo, pain, tears, depression. The stubbornness of the mother, the helplessness of the father, the helplessness and confusion of the younger sister and younger brother.
There is no The roommates were calmed down by my calmness. For a while, there was only the sound of two people sucking and eating noodles except for the dialogue between the characters. Oh, just thinking about how the story goes, I just read it.
what happened?
It's actually just a small scene. Kate has a premonition that she will die soon, and she really wants to go to the beach. The father took the children to the beach despite the mother's objections. So long shot, slow release, various images piled up a warm family picture. There is a small shot of Dad pointing at the tip of his nose, so Kate obediently closed his eyes around the shawl and kissed the tip of Dad's nose intimately. I don't know what happened to me. At that moment, I clearly felt that the lacrimal gland received a signal from the vagus nerve, and then I don't know if it was the mist of the boiled noodles or something else. My eyes suddenly couldn't see clearly, and my mouth was clenched together. At that time, I panicked because my roommate was next to me. I didn't want that "why are you crying" to be reminded by others...
So I said: hey.
My roommate turned around and saw me, as if surprised and calm. She said, hey, it's alright, it's alright. I said: I just think of my grandfather. As a result, tears continued to fill his eyes in a particularly disgraceful manner. I admit that I watched that scene of kissing the tip of the nose and my daughter was dying. If you are going to die, you will leave immediately. But this moment is such an intimate kiss. Such gentle eyes.
It's beautiful isn't it? What a tender mood...
Just like that year, I rushed back to my hometown to visit my grandpa. He was irritated by the accumulation of metabolic poison in his body, but he didn't groan. He endured that he still smiled gently in front of me, and I felt at a loss when I saw it.
I don't know if I'm going to go up and touch his face? Say something to him? Or take a strategy that is forgiven for minors and hide from their parents. But I went up and sat down beside him, laughed, and kissed the tip of his nose softly and awkwardly in the softest way I could feel.
Like "I'm Waiting for You in the Rain", I smell death. So at that moment I finally understood the meaning and pain of death and leaving.
I also understand what I just did out of instinct, and I am using the only thing I can do to mourn his passing early and his inability to die.
Speaking of moving, I think it's the same as music. It's never the movie itself or the musical combination that moves people, it's always ourselves who move our hearts. It is our memories, our stories, and our experiences that have left us tossing and turning in so many warm nights that we have too much to tell and either vent or suppress. Being moved is probably the most reasonable and most acceptable way to vent, but only the crying person knows what happened in his heart at that moment.
So why am I moved?
Am I going to cry because of Kate's story? Oh, I'll sigh, but not lose my mind and cry. I am heartbroken by my memories.
Anyway, I ate instant noodles and cried.
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