I don't know what kind of stagnation made me miss it for a long time. When the rain stopped, I remembered that it was you, "Captain's Mandolin".
I flipped through the book at hand while I was turning on the phone, and saw these lines: "If happiness is a paradox, then the solution to this paradox lies in the process of striving for happiness. There are struggles and distresses. , but as long as there is hope, there is happiness. If happiness is analyzed into the basic atoms, it can be seen that it is formed by struggle and suffering, and this struggle and suffering are forever saved by hope.” The
captain may not understand the war . What exactly that means, and perhaps it's not clear why the fight was. Taking the island means nothing more than a vacation to him. When Pelagir questioned the captain: "The people I grew up with are fighting for their lives and dying for their ideals. And you are singing, what is there to sing?" The captain said: "In the end What's there to sing? When children are baptized, at wedding banquets, when people work, when soldiers are on the march, even when the dead sing, life is full of singing, and I can't apologize for that. And All I know is that in war, all we can do is be as happy as possible." Clarion was his hope. Joy is not only sought in war as much as possible, but joy from the heart should be a lifelong pursuit. But I couldn't face Pelagir's questioning as easily as the captain. Reminds me of a topic that was said in the group one day, as long as the sun still rises, we should be happy, but for many people, their sun will not rise again. Is that to die for ideals, to fight for the lives of more people, or to enjoy the sunshine, beach, singing and dancing for your own happiness? Small self, big self, how to choose and where to go?
The most heart-wrenching thing was the struggling look in the eyes of the German officer who gave the last shot to the undead Italian army when he saw the dying captain. The captain gave him the only light in the war, which forced him to kill his friend with his own hands. Rational and emotional torture made him finally put down the gun and leave with pain, guilt and concern.
The most distressing person is Pelagir's fiancé, who left his beloved fiancée for the ideal of protecting his family and the country, and because he can't write, his fiancée can't always wait for news. When there is only hopeless waiting left in love, love is also burned out. Save your rival, Captain, just so that your fiancée can fall in love with him again. While the captain will go back to his hometown, maybe never again, maybe they'll never see each other again, while the fiancé can stay on the island forever. But when love is gone, it is gone, and it will never come back. Pelagher still took the ring.
She still remembers what Pelagir's father said to her: "Love is just impulsive love, like an earthquake, it comes and goes in a hurry. When it goes, it's time to make a decision. To be inseparable, forever This is true love without being separated. Love, without stimulation and excitement, is not the main driving force to live, nor is it the feeling of being kissed. Anyone can do this kind of love, but when love burns out , the rest is true love." At the end of the film, the old man said to a man who complained about his wife's nagging: "Do you love your wife? If you love her, I suggest you treat her better. Before you, bring Chai in automatically. When she is cold, put a shawl on her. Every time you come back from the field, give her a flower."
Love is the delicate warmth left behind by time.
The most touching thing is the moment when her father stood up from the rubble of the earthquake, saw the fragility and tenacity of life, and saw the joy of seeing her father after Pelagir was worried and almost desperate. A person's life can be fragile or insignificant to disasters, but to those who care, it is the sky and the world. Today is Father's Day. Happy Father's Day to all fathers in the world.
The clear mandolin
The romantic mandolin
My mandolin
is the singing of life and
the praise of the true love
For you, my mandolin
for you
my mandolin
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