Harold was still a child, younger than his hearse. Slim, 1.9 meters tall, like a bamboo pole, his trousers trembled like nothing in the wind. His complexion was as pale as a The bathroom tiles are cold and dazzling. The gray-blue eyes are often staring at somewhere absent-minded. When they meet yours, you will suddenly feel a sense of suffocation, as if a force draws you into the bottomless abyss of his pupils. The black double-breasted suit is his forever attire. He goes to
funerals and
funerals . He always reminds people of death. Like a dancing girl. Walking in the wind, her long gray hair flutters gracefully. Her wrinkles are like the timeless cracks on an old wooden door, meandering and deep. Her wrinkled lips often recite the poems she wrote. When you meet her, you You will be shocked and delighted for no reason, as if her smiling eyes can soothe the interweaving of fear and sadness in your heart. The floral coat is her eternal attire. She is busy going to funerals. She always reminds people of rebirth.
HAROLD
sky It was raining Lili, slapped the car window desperately, and the bitter wine burned in his throat. His gray-blue eyes stared blankly at the countless mourners outside the window. He struck a match, and the weak light of the fire shone on him. Young and confused face. Swaying, trembling, extinguished. Getting out of the car, he cast his empty eyes to the unknown tombstone, expressionless, listening to the prayers of others. He is as obsessed with death as ever. , withered heart.
MAUDE The
sky is ticking and raining, drawing ripples in the puddle, and the mellow tea overflows on the tip of her tongue. She smiles and sees the gray-blue eyes in the hearse reflecting a single fire. Open a bunch of flowers Umbrella, eye-catching yellow jumping in the deep black ocean of the cemetery. Swinging, turning, soaring. Walking towards him, she promised the unknown child with a gentle look, smiling and greeting the unknown child. She praised life forever. In the rain, withered faces and hearts of patterns.
HAROLD AND MAUDE
"Don't be shy, just let your feeling roll on by..." Cat Stevens sings briskly from the retro record player, haunting Maude's house -- a section of abandoned train carriages.
--" I said we're going to be friends, Harold, you come to funerals a lot, don't you?" Maude asked, pouring granola tea for Harold.
--"That's it" Harold looked a little tired.
--"I Yeah, it's a funeral now, a birth then. End to end
, echoing each other. It's the cycle of life. It's a fun thing, isn't it?"
--"Try something new every day. We are given life to explore new things. But it won't last forever. Did I tell you I'm eighty on Saturday?" Maude with gingerbread in one hand , while gesturing.
--"You don't look eighty."
--"My body is drying up. Life is like a candle in the wind in autumn...but I like to see creatures grow. Grow, bloom , withered, died, turned into something else... by the way, I always wanted to be a sunflower..."
Later, Maude chose to wither, die, and become something else on the well-timed eightieth birthday. .Maybe it is the sunflower in front of the door.
And Harold pushed the hearse into the cliff with his own hands, with relief and determination on his face."The earth is my body,my head is in the stars." He always smiles when he thinks of Maude's verses. He still goes to funerals from time to time, but with reverence for life.
Maude is eighty years old, Harold is eighteen. Maude died at the best time of his life, and Harold's inner death grew out of life.
This old movie of the 70s, but it reveals the concept of detachment that modern people can't reach. No Complicated and treacherous plot, no high-tech special effects that shock audio-visual, no obscure monologue. It is just a simple one-line line, describing the mutual sympathy of a pair of bosom friends. It is love. It is so simple that there are only two hearts left. love. transcends all taboos. is life. is a life that is not about possession but about enjoyment. like maude's death on another day, but the most generous end of life. i have recommended many people to see harold and maude, that It's because I hope that more people will no longer live to live. But they can always be moved by their own lives.
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