At the beginning of the film, the father, who is a small-town pastor, takes his two young sons to fly fishing by the river. In the narration of the narrator, it unfolds slowly, like a typical golden pond-style warm film. But the warm tone began to change when Norman returned from a six-year Eastern college career.
Everything in my hometown is familiar and unfamiliar. The buddies are all grown up, the parents are getting old, fly fishing has become less comfortable, and the younger brother Paul has become a wonderful man, a good fisherman, and a well-known reporter. However, just like the dark side of the moon, Paul, who is handsome and sunny, still likes to be brave. To make matters worse, he also became a bad gambler.
Like most brothers in this world, Norman and Paul, children from the same family, showed different personalities since childhood. Norman was strong on the outside and soft on the inside, while Paul was stubborn and rebellious. As the two brothers grow up, sooner or later they will end up in different lives. And like most brothers, they do not understand each other.
Norman could not understand Paul. His younger brother, with a bright smile, wit and wit, opposes racism, as a reporter he has his principles and stubbornness. But why is he always unable to resist the excitement and temptation of gambling? Why do you repeatedly reject your outstretched hand? Norman: Let me know if you need money or something. Paul replied: This is my own debt. Facing the back of Paul's departure, Norman's eyes showed anger, sadness, more disappointment and deep puzzlement.
Paul didn't understand Norman either, or rather he didn't want to. He chooses the life he wants to live by himself, living a life of wanton and indulgence. I don't care what my family or others think.
Coincidentally, when I said goodbye to the frivolous and wretched brother who came back from California, Jessie said to Norman with tears: I hope to help the person I love, but if he doesn't want to accept it, what can I do?
Pastor's father's last sermon on his deathbed: "There are people in our lives, no matter how close we are to them, no matter how much we care about them, how much we want to help them and give to them , and don't know how to give. But no matter how little we know them, we can at least love them."
What is love? Love a person, love his advantages, love the sunshine on his body, love him freely and uninhibited, love him because blood is undeniable, love him because he has no choice, love can accommodate his shortcomings, can surpass understanding and incomprehension, can To suffer the pain of losing him out of love? Because I can't understand it, so I can only tolerate him, love him, and miss him in my memories after he dies?
"Years later, all the people I didn't understand but loved were gone, including Jessie." Norman returned to Montana, back to the riverbank where the scenery remained the same, while his childhood and youth were fleeting here . He began to truly and thoroughly immerse himself in nature and fly fishing. It is so difficult to understand each other between people, and the things that he spent a lifetime searching for and clarifying, in the final stage of his life, eventually became Another thing, and this river, the water here, the fish here, become one.
"Like many anglers in Western Montana, when summer is as long as the polar days, I often wait until evening to start fly fishing. Then in the half-bright sky of the valley, my soul and memory, the water of the 'Big Blackfoot' The sound of the sound, the rhythm of the four beats, the longing for a fish to be hooked, and all that came into being. Eventually, it all came together, and the river washed over. The river that had been hit by the greatest flood in the world, it had been Flowing over the rocks at the bottom of time. Some rocks have eternal raindrops, and under the rocks there are whispers, and some words are theirs. I am obsessed with this water."
In this world, we can be at any moment Feeling love and hate, feeling happiness or pain, rejoicing in gain and suffering loss, and spending time in all kinds of speculation, doubt, confrontation, recognition, understanding and incomprehension at any time. It is the confluence of these emotional fragments and the accumulated experiences and memories that, over time, gradually constitute our entire life, just like a trickle of water, merging into a big river.
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