The 1985 movie, which is older than me, has been lingering in my memory for many years, and I only have time to watch it now.
In the afternoon on weekends, I was lazy to cook by myself, holding a plate of scrambled eggs with bitter gourd and slowly finished watching the movie. Sometimes it takes a long, long time before people dare to look back on the past.
Inmar is a little Swedish boy born in the 1950s. He has a frail mother, a bullying brother, and a docile puppy, Lacey. Unfortunately, he lacks a father who works outside all year round. So he existed in a hurry amid the teasing of his brother and the roar of his mother, and the puppy around him seemed to be a shadow of darkness in the corner of the world.
Because his mother was seriously ill, he had to leave home to stay with relatives. Aunt said that the weather is so nice, it must be brought by you, he smiled and didn't know what to do next. The countryside is really a free world. The small town is full of lively children, adults who tease and watch the fun, and a few old men with personalities. He had fun like a dog, ignorantly watching adults talk about sex, running tirelessly in hot weather to chase freedom.
When the vacation was over, he went home to see the last few faces of his mother. Life is too short, he has no time to love his mother well, and he has no time to share his joy, so he has to go back to the days he lived in.
It's winter in the town, the house hasn't changed, but the place where I live has changed; the partners are still the same, and they have some ignorant minds. He didn't know how to deal with the changes in this world, so he had to look up at the stars again and again, looking for answers in the infinite universe.
From childhood to adulthood, he likes to look up at the stars at night and watch the stars twinkle with a distance of tens of thousands of years. He once thought of the unfortunate dog and the unfortunate other people, and found the positive energy of his existence in the comparison. When Yingma is out of touch with life, he often feels that he has two, the self in the daytime and the self who thinks at night. Maybe there will be a connection between the two in the books that my mother likes to read, but in the end reality will tell him: go out, go Go out and go to a wider field and crowd, where you will eventually grow up and synthesize a new self in confusion and pain.
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