Is the timeless soul just five stories to tell? Absolutely not!
The five stories allude to the five evils in the world: birth, violence, lust, civilization, and greed.
The first story, mother and child die in childbirth - birth is the first sin of life. There is a detail in the film, the wife asks the husband "Are you jealous of my relationship with the moon?" The husband says "I know you will come back to me after all". Some people do not belong to the secular society. Plato said that this world is only an illusion, only an appearance, and the real world is far from being imitated and perceived by human beings. Some souls may really leap out of the water between the world of appearance and the world of ideas, breathing real air, but in the end they cannot escape the fetters of dehydration. There is only one result, let the body die and the soul can be free. Whether this freedom is voluntary or forced. There is another detail. The wife asked her husband anxiously, "I am an advanced mother", but the husband replied, "I have the best doctor, the best midwife, and the best priest." How did the wife answer? She said, "I'm asking about me. The moment she bowed her head, she seemed to have prepared the courage to say goodbye to the world, because she knew that no one really loved her, and there was no real love." What a cold love! People are too confident! Humans are not qualified to spy on the water world, so they must be destroyed. So she, who looked up at the moon, died.
In the second story, the powerful duke tried to snatch the violin, causing the child prodigy to suddenly stop beating and die - the world is full of injustice and violent looting. See the Duke's nails and lip color? It was the sharpness of imprisonment and the sinister decay. When the delicate fingernails run across the strings, it is like a murderous dagger licking the luscious prey, and the tinkling music is the hunter's eager gasp and the prey's last struggle. The soul of the muse fell under the power. So the monastery that raised the prodigy said, let this violin continue to accompany him in heaven.
In the third story, the musician's talent of chaotic passion leads to the madness of the lover - desire is an inescapable evil, whether it is for lust or for the ultimate pleasure achieved in the magic sound of the violin, it is desire. Where did the talent of the devil's musician come from? Not himself, but the lust that devours others. After the female writer as his lover left, the object of his lust became the violin. This is blasphemy. So the final bullet punishes not the violin, but this blasphemy. Like the goddess punishing men and women who have sex under her idol.
The fourth story is that the violin was brutally persecuted in China during the Cultural Revolution, and the violin’s voice was mournfully weeping while the fire was burning—civilization (especially politics) is the greatest unfreedom. This story is the least serious I've ever read, and maybe I'm already prejudiced. So not much to say. Perhaps all that is seen is stupidity and superficial passion. And this is the least talkable.
The fifth story, the enthusiasm of everyone in the auction house and the coldness of the showcase - no matter how bright the soul must be purchased, no matter how painful the blood must be marked, this is the last sin of human beings, greed. It blinds all hearts and souls and is everywhere. The violin poured with blood and pain lies coldly under the indifferent modern instruments, goes to the showcase, is appreciated and priced. Can it be appreciated? can not! Can it be priced? can not! Because no one can touch the soul of a violin that beats under the blood. The irony is that the violins sold at high prices are just fine reproductions. No matter how delicate it is, it is just a replica. Just like our world, no matter how refined it is, it is only a replica, as Plato said.
Finally, I want to talk about the maker of this violin, a master violin maker in the golden age, who painted the blood-colored violin with his wife's blood. What is immortality for the soul? Or imprisoned? On the body of the master violin maker, is it the mourning of love and pain? Or the resentment that cannot be possessed?
We always see the surface first, so everything is on the surface and not on the surface.
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