"Towards more adventure, or a desire for more adventure."
"But this is better than lying in a cold grave, no one kissing Duraus. Those lonely lips."
"My cigarette paper is so sad." In
"Tokyo Story", grandma takes her grandchild for a walk away from home and asks, what do you want to do when you grow up? I asked again, do you want to be a doctor like my father? The old man slowly squatted down, watching him run away, muttering to himself, maybe grandma can't see that day...
"Tokyo Story" has seen the old and new versions, first look at the remake. The children gathered after the mother's funeral. The father took out the box she had collected during her lifetime. Inside were the things she had collected for many years, a photo, and the date and location in tiny tiny print on the back; a hair band, a toy, a letter and a dry leaf. Busy to middle-aged people suddenly reunite with their childhood, and the impact is no more than that. We should cry. Even after crying, it still does not hinder the late bus back to the heavy city. Yes, everyone has a time to live.
So when I watched the 53-year edition, I was faintly looking forward to the end, waiting for the box to be held up and opened, but who would think there was no such section. The 53rd edition is like a stream of words, gradually speaking out, talking in a trance, and leaving the rest alone. The rest thought they stayed. Early in the morning before the funeral, the widowed daughter-in-law found her father-in-law missing and went out looking for her. Seeing him standing alone, there was nothing to say when he walked over. The old man looked up at the sky and sighed if there was nothing, it was getting hot... the
same story , Two versions, Ozu made a real sorrow. The real sorrow is not that the hearts of the people have formed in the years, like the boxes in the new edition, which are countable, countable, and concealable. The real sorrow is words, fragments, people or things, but clouds and running water, once it is spoken, it cannot be returned. He wasn't even telling a story, but just saying, "Just alive", leaving alone-in fact everyone is leaving gradually. Ozu's lines are the saddest lines I have ever read.
The same topic was more contradictory and vivid in Kerouac's mouth. Seeing him talking to himself in "Desolate Angel", using 1,000 words to meditation Wukong, and then using 5,000 words to count the luxuriant worldly things, I can't give up, just can't give up. I love this kind of person. I love him yelling lonely brutally and righteously.
It is true that the human world is flowing and flowing, and once it has passed, it will never return. Does Tuo Tuo exist? Tuo Tuo certainly exists. The end of Ozu's "Tokyo" was crossed by the ticking sound of a pocket watch, causing the watch to be held in a woman's warm heart. Tears dripped from the woman's face. At that moment I also really loved Ozu, he would never use torrential tears, this liquid seemed so cautious in his hands, small, helpless but full of long thoughts and warmth. His eyes looked at people, what a precious and pitiful person he saw.
Tuo Tuo is a human being, and if it dies, it is a soul. So the silly Kerouac couldn't hold back from the Desolate Peak. The silly Kerouac shouted all the way to the world. Poor Kerouac did not go the right way. People may not know what the right way is, but at least when they cry, they do not hide in the desolate peak and make black coffee, but find a truly warm heart to cover it, just cover it. Live it.
The author of this book may have loved him. At the end of the preface, she wrote: "I once imagined that maybe I could redeem Jack Kerouac through love, but I was wrong. No one can redeem. He."-If a person is not willing to commit himself, no matter where he goes, Desolate Peak is always in his heart; and there will never be angels on Desolate Peak.
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