Human memory can be subjectively glorified. The love between father and mother is a honey that will never expire in my mother's memory, sweet for a lifetime. This intoxicatingly beautiful story, through its third-person narration, makes it more of a fairy tale. And this third person is the son of the protagonist, which brings this illusory feeling back to reality. If the old lady is allowed to describe it herself, it will appear too literary and hypocritical without any sense of reality. In the whole play, except for the son played by Sun Honglei, as the story narrator, he has a little more lines, and the young protagonist Zhao Di, played by Zhang Ziyi, speaks very little. It's more of an action body romance.
The gentleman who was waiting on the hill to send the students home, heard the frolic with the students and gradually hid in a hurry, and quietly followed after them when they passed by. Every day I go to the far place to fetch water from the front well, I only hear the voice of the teacher teaching, and try my best to look around, but I can't see the helplessness of the teacher. It is quite a bit like I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and don’t see you, and drink the water of the Yangtze River together. When the husband eats the public meal, he does a good job in a variety of ways. I put it in a bowl with an orchid pattern with great care, hoping that my husband will be able to eat his own meals.
It seems that girls of all ages have roughly the same mentality. Every girl has had such a period of time when she quietly admired the person she liked. Timid, praying silently behind him to turn around once; daring, passing by him with friends, laughing arrogantly on purpose. In our young and ignorant years, we all had such a crush. Bright in our memory.
Years later, the memories are all good, but I can't find the good old days. And "My Father and Mother" is like a model. It only existed in that era, the model of that land. Knowing that his father died, the film pulled back to reality, and his father's funeral was held in black and white. All the sadness of the mother is thickly wrapped in this black under the understatement. What strikes us at the same time is the emotional tension under the film lens.
Mother seems to stay in the memory, she is unwilling to leave or change. Desire to use the abandoned loom to weave the last piece of cloth for my father; I want to bury my father beside the well where the school can be seen, as if I can return to the original starting point.
And the young people hurried to the funeral and then left. There are memories in this land, but they are still passing by one by one. We traveled from one city to another, experienced a relationship after another, and gradually became numb in the end. It's that we haven't been in true love for too long. Until the world changed from color to black and white.
We all forget how to use one heart to impress another. No more beating pulse. The world is estimated to be one, and we are back in chaos.
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