One of the most impressive things about beauty is the glimpse of the French countryside at the beginning of the whole film. From spring to winter, the land is surrounded and eroded by houses. The small buildings that used to be happy and independent in the wilderness are pushed to a corner of the city, and they still stand stubbornly upright in the face of the roaring train every day. In another place, four old women and two bicycle boys finally came back from the victory, turned a corner from New York and left the city, embarking on a journey home on a field road under the dark night. This film is clearly talking about one word, "return". Back to the fields, back to the simple life, leave the hamburgers and casinos, we don't want anything else, let's go home.
"Return", is it a short supply on the long journey of life, take off the backpack on the body, breathe a sigh of relief, drink water and continue on the road, or is life as it should be, just go further and further, and finally wake up and look back? ? It's as if Daddy Fox ("The Great Fox Daddy") has returned to his intractable nature, but he still can't be like Mr. Wolf, who is poor but runs freely in the mountains. One cannot escape from life. There is food to eat and work to do, and no one seems to have a better solution. This kind of choice really destroys the human nature of pursuing the common happiness of material and spirit, which makes people cry out "I lost my way on the road of life".
The hometown in my impression should be a place with a large green field, a clear river flowing, a beige sky, gentle sunshine, and a warm spring breeze. When the weather is clear, you can take a fishing boat in the river. Swing, listening to the sound of water brushing over a large area of reeds. However, these seem to exist in childhood memories, because when I went to the countryside later, the river was black and gave off a stench. Because of the Yangtze River, some factory sewage was directly discharged into the river, showing strange colors and strange foam. The water can't go down, and there are many less fun places. Many house ditches were filled up, the tall and straight Metasequoia in the backyard of my grandmother's house were all cut down, and the three-story farmer's house was changed. Life is better than before, but less fun. The building is so high, standing on the edge, everywhere you look, it is a building, and you surround yourself. I couldn't see far, and my heart was suffocating.
The pity is that "you only know how to cherish it when you lose it". Just as the erosion of urbanization, modernization, and industrialization, which the director despises, makes it more difficult to return to a beautiful spiritual sustenance. The expanding urban-rural fringe is the vanguard of the city, imperceptibly affecting the entire countryside, while the developed tourist attractions, crowded crowds are consuming their lifespan. In fact, the key to "return" may not lie in the beautiful countryside, but in a long-standing shelter in the hearts of people. What many people want may not be the resort, but the impression of the old hometown flowing in their blood. Or, more directly, it is the most primitive and innocent mentality and the good old times that tolerated this mentality.
But now, where to find this beauty. I can only watch cartoons and imagine that one day I will be like Spike ("Cowboy Bebop") and his friends, driving a dilapidated spaceship, being a bounty hunter, and self-exile in the fascinating and deep endless universe. In it.
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