In a nutshell, the story of the Nobel Prize winner's "homecoming". On the way to watch the movie, I will unconsciously go back to my hometown Gaomi with Mo Yan, the writer who used it to correspond to us. Different cultures, different countries, but there are always scenes that are more or less familiar, and I can't help but smile awkwardly. On this trip back home, we can imagine the flattery among the old acquaintances of the villagers, the consumption of celebrities who take advantage of the situation, the pleading for help, and the amorous girls who admire them... These phenomena have no borders and nationalities. Human nature. But there are also unforeseen estrangements and dilemmas, the troubles that follow, and even the unpredictable disasters that are full of murderous intentions. The road to homecoming is full of absurdities. The author returned to his hometown as a "civilized man" and experienced the collision of barbarism and civilization everywhere. Maybe you will doubt that, as a well-known writer, he can be so ignorant of people and the world. With a few words that are not painful or itchy, he will spend a few days leisurely and leisurely. Even if he encounters a difficult situation, he only needs a few polite prevarications and he can have a decent trip back to his hometown. The relatives who have been away for 40 years have not only suffered from homesickness, but also allowed the villagers to show off and get what they need. Why not do it? But that's probably what he meant. The author feels that his talents are exhausted and his thoughts are exhausted. He has not been able to write works for five years. He denied the girl's question about "sadness is the best state of art creation", but he always plunged himself into this "sad and angry" emotion. He needs new conflicts, he needs new stories, and this trip home is precisely the brewing process of a new book. Paper, pen, vanity, the necessary elements of writing, his answer to the reporter is an answer to the question. Returning to a remote and backward hometown from prosperous and wealthy Europe, after a long absence of 40 years of time and space, when you come with these three things, you will inevitably encounter "rude", "secular" and equally rebellious "rude". vanity". Vanity is by no means something that only urban people have. It is even exacerbated by poverty. The more backward places it is, the more tough and naive it is. For example, his hair is young, and he used his old love to show off his marriage as a vanity capital not long after meeting. The sentence "I won" sounds a bit ridiculous. And the writer went so far as to marry his daughter and then rekindle his wife's old love. This kind of dramatic arrangement like "killing his son and taking his wife" made the writer panic in the eyes of the public for the rest of the time in his hometown. This kind of experience is unexpected. The writer didn't expect it, but he had it right in his heart. This is what would never have happened to him in civilized Europe, and this was the story he needed in his heart. Furthermore, the writer was invited as a judge to rate the paintings of the townspeople. Backcountry, a group of mediocre painters who lack talent , inferior works are obvious things. On such occasions, it is customary to pick generals among dwarfs. But he went the other way and chose the one with the most "mood" as the first place. Invisibly, there is a sense of provocation. In terms of the quality of the works, the few people with background and the winners can be said to be half-baked. Talking about the depth and purpose of culture in a place that is not "civilized" is tantamount to a mockery of "why not eat minced meat" in front of frozen bones. It is impossible for him to not know what kind of contradiction this kind of high-level looking down can cause. As a native of his hometown, his works have always been regarded as a traitor who smeared his hometown to cater to the mainstream of Europe and betray his friends. Today, this contradiction has been sharply expanded and intensified. The film is full of irony, even for the writer himself. The writer is a self-righteous person, but no one cares about his well-prepared books, and he is even taken by the driver to wipe his stool; in his several literary and art lectures, the audience has gone from full to few, and the obscure and incomprehensible song is an inevitable trend; The car broke down over and over again, making him want to leave a bunch of embarrassed slaps on the buttocks, making it difficult for him to walk, and he had to face the fear that happened later. His return home is more like a search for inspiration, and is different from the concept of homecoming that we oriental people can understand, the core value of one person's success. When we meet, it is difficult to say goodbye. More often, "hometown" is a distant place that we often look to inadvertently, a dream that we cannot go back to, and it is also a matter of personal misunderstanding, which most people miss but do not want to return to. The place. When the hometown becomes a reality, it loses the meaning of going back. He who slapped his butt and left, made it difficult for him to walk, and had to face the fear that happened later. His return home is more like a search for inspiration, and is different from the concept of homecoming that we oriental people can understand, the core value of one person's success. When we meet, it is difficult to say goodbye. More often, "hometown" is a distant place that we often look to inadvertently, a dream that we cannot go back to, and it is also a matter of personal misunderstanding, which most people miss but do not want to return to. The place. When the hometown becomes a reality, it loses the meaning of going back. He who slapped his butt and left, made it difficult for him to walk, and had to face the fear that happened later. His return home is more like a search for inspiration, and is different from the concept of homecoming that we oriental people can understand, the core value of one person's success. When we meet, it is difficult to say goodbye. More often, "hometown" is a distant place that we often look to inadvertently, a dream that we cannot go back to, and it is also a matter of personal misunderstanding, which most people miss but do not want to return to. The place. When the hometown becomes a reality, it loses the meaning of going back.
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