Sure enough, when Muhammad was sitting by the pond where the ducks were swimming freely, crying and telling his blind master about the unfairness of fate, why did God make us blind? The little boy's tearful grief made me cry uncontrollably. After wiping off a dozen tissues, the tears were stopped. Because no one can answer his questions, including the invisible God. God cannot see or hear, but He is everywhere.
As adults, we all have this moment, cursing fate, why these sufferings are unjustly arranged on ourselves; heartily wishing that we could rewrite our lives; it's just that we are in the dead of night, alone in the dark Silently weeping, and clenching his clenched fist with his teeth, worried that he would wake others up by crying too loudly. So, when a simple, innocent little boy who has not yet tasted life is crying in front of us and asking God aloud, we will turn around like his master and grieve silently. Who can answer these questions? The blind boy's world is dark, but his simple heart senses that his father wants to abandon him, his grandmother can't do anything, and his sisters can't even express their regrets, so life abandoned him in this small wooden house, and he had to drop him. Into the rolling river...
he did nothing wrong. What did he do wrong? God let him be born in a poor family, his father has to bear the burden of the family, and he has expectations for a new life... All this seems to have little to do with Muhammad, but it is always closely related to his experience , we all came to the world naked, from simple ignorant children to helpless adults.
Muhammad is very smart, he is studious, hardworking, kind and optimistic. In the section of giving gifts to grandma, it was so beautiful that one almost wanted to have such a child, even if he was blind, but what did it matter, his heart was so pure and beautiful. But his own father had so many families to support, he was a hard-working coal worker, and he couldn't let his blind son get in the way of his next marriage. In the face of such a heavy life, he flashed the idea of letting the son who was holding back his legs disappear. He also had an unspeakable fate. When he faced his mother's departure, he cried loudly in the rain. Is it not a middle-aged man who failed What about the accusations and monologues in front of your life?
Living in poverty, we have to face the eyes of the neighbors in the village. These are the pain in the skin of the little people living at the bottom. We are just ordinary passers-by who can be crushed by a straw. How many people really have the courage to stand up and hold down the throat of fate? Moreover, the latter is the theme of American movies - individual heroism. There is only a touch of sadness and unspeakable crying in Iranian movies. Writing here, I like this simple style more and more. There is no thrilling, no soul-stirring, no big scenes and complicated and twisted stories. Some are just simple and homely life, and there is rare beauty. That rural field scenery is simply too beautiful. The children's picking of wildflowers seems to be reminiscent of Provence in France. You know, this is a war-torn Iran, an Islamic country. The sensational news of war is broadcast on TV all day long, and our impression of that country is fixed as deserts, oil, Muslims, black robes and terrorists.
After watching American movies, I often feel as if I have been hollowed out, my soul is out of my body, and I have been hollowed out by the screenwriter and director, leaving only a body, while the Iranian film, the story development without tension and tension, only makes people feel It's like facing a kind neighbor, the warmth and satisfaction after talking home, not dull, not depressed, but so touching.
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