a hymn of life

Rubye 2022-03-23 09:02:48

How many times to cry, how many times to laugh, how many times to cry, although life may be ordinary, boring, like a plate of salt and pepper chicken without salt, this word sounds funny, but it is a portrayal of life and ideals. The film uses this realist stream of consciousness form to compose this ordinary and poor little movement, sonorous and powerful, and there is no lack of thinking about life. Sometimes I can't help thinking of so many difficulties and pressures, such as the death of durka in the film, the embarrassing living conditions, what is the meaning of life if it goes on like this? This film is the same as bicycle thieves, using the simplest truth to record the purest scenes of life. When I was watching this film, I suddenly thought about the experience of every ordinary person. There may be many others in this world who are living as miserable as this family, struggling to get enough food and clothing, or living a miserable spiritual life. In fact, a person's life is too good to lose the meaning, and a person's life is too bad to make people unforgettable, which is why tragedy is often more attractive than comedy. I remember watching Hong Kong and Taiwan youth dramas when I was a child. Most of the plots were rotten girls meeting Gao Fushuai or diaosi meeting Bai Fumei. I have never seen the story of Snow White and Prince Charming. Now it seems that such a film may not make much sense. Real life is not smooth for most people. In addition, the biggest impression of this realistic film is this life instinct to find hope in desperation. When life is so rough, what's the point?
This film gives such an answer. When encountering hardships, there is nothing more enjoyable than overcoming this hurdle. A poor family may have things going wrong, but there are always clusters of weak points on the road of life. The brilliance of light shines on the hope of life moving forward!

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Pather Panchali quotes

  • Indir Thakrun: What's going on? What's going on here? Huh? What's the matter? What's going on? Sarbajaya, what is it?

  • Indir Thakrun: Just then a demoness appeared. "Krik, krak, krud, I smell human blood. Who lies awake in my temple?" The blue prince slept while the red prince kept watch. In the second watch of the night, the demoness appeared again. "Krik, krak, krud, I smell human blood. Who lies awake in my temple?"