People often compare this life to a journey. It’s just that we can’t decide at the beginning of this long journey. We leave. Although we don’t want to, no matter how much we don’t give up, we can’t just stay at the end point abruptly, we still have to leave—even, Whether the walk is beautiful or quiet, peaceful or lively, it is up to others to decide.
We praise all life, so every time we hit a new road, someone will pat our shoulders next to us, smiling with attachment, and sending us with blessings. They are probably looking forward to a new experience and a better world. Even life is no exception. The door is clearly opened with tears, but the people next to it are all laughing, and when everything is over, no one wants to face it. Is it because we can start over again and again, and end, only once? So "Phoenix Nirvana" has become the highest state of ending, all because it leads to rebirth.
We would all say, how do we know where we live without knowing how to live or die?
Because there is only one time in a lifetime, why should I avoid it? How much time and energy should I spend to understand this last stop? Like the end of the subway, most people have never been there before, and their perception of it only stays at a point on the map. But at this point, you have to put on your favorite clothes, enjoy the kisses of your loved ones, paint your favorite makeup, comb your hair, and sleep quietly in three long and two shorts before you leave. After this long journey-the soul who couldn't rest from the beginning, finally stopped.
It is so easy to write in my pen, and it is inevitable to feel away from the cruel reality. Even I must admit that if the person who sleeps next to me every night specializes in dealing with corpses, it is not scary, it is simply self-deception. That’s why
my wife, who has always been gentle and amiable, asked Kobayashi-kun like this, “I haven’t objected to it so far? When you say you don’t want to play the cello, or when you want to go back to the country, I just follow you with a smile. In fact, I'm really sad, but because you like it, only this time, please, listen to me."
Faced with his wife's forbearance and firm rebuke, Kobayashi-kun stunnedly refused. At this point, in the first half of the movie, the image of the wife who walked the world with the king suddenly fell to the bottom in my mind-it’s not that I can’t understand her dislike of her husband’s career, no, it’s not that I hate it because of such reasonable rejection. This kind of blame is just a sudden thought of what the teacher said in the general sociology class, never sacrifice for your lover, unless you can never mention it, otherwise the two people will have to pay for it in the future, especially When there is a dispute, I will threaten the other party with "what I did for you."
It seems to be too straightforward to say this, but in the name of love, are we still less shackles on each other?
The wife who couldn't get the answer went back to her mother's house. She lived alone in the house left by her mother. As an enchanter, Jun Xiaolin devoted himself to work. He did not cook well, and he did not clean up the house several times. The only leisure is to sit on the hills beside the road and play his childhood cello among the blue sky and curtains of the snow-capped mountains. Accompanied by the melting river, the wild geese returning home from afar play the gentle and melodious song of "Looking for the Heaven and Earth" , Although alone, there is no "sullen tear" loneliness.
Perhaps because he understands that no matter what we believe in, the God of Christ, the Allah of Islam, the Buddha of Shakyamuni, or we only believe in ourselves, after all, it is hard to escape this parting, one will happen to strangers. The parting will happen to good friends too.
On the empty whiteboard, the simple words "Mountain Down Home" clearly confirmed the departure of the mother who had worked hard to the last moment in black and white. At this moment, she was lying in the coffin of flowers, tied with the Huang Yanyan that lined her. The neck scarf was pushed into the black hole cremation furnace. Yamashita-kun listened to the elder who had gone to his mother’s shop for 50 years and said that death may be a door, and passing away is not the end, but the next journey. He suddenly realized that it was in Kobayashi-kun. The president, while sitting around with Miss Uemura and sharing a pot of fragrant fried chicken, the mother also celebrated that holy day with a small cake—this is the smell of Christmas in her heart.
When Yamashita-kun was crying and saying sorry, I asked myself how much love we need in our life to be enough, and how much love we need to make up for.
Like the father who hadn't contacted him in 30 years, the first time he received a message from him in the sky, it turned out to be news of his death. Facing the old curve, Jun Xiaolin muttered to himself, what is his life?
A box of worthless relics, a pair of leftover mothers and children, an unsuccessful extramarital affair, an ordinary job, a house surrounded by walls, and nothing - until I opened my stiff hands and missed my six-year-old heart. Only then did I remember—a smile looking at my face, a pair of eyes that supervised my playing the cello, a pair of arms that carried my young self to a bath, and a hand with a temperature that gave me a heavy heart. I can only use my own hands, like to spend thirty years of love and hate, miss and complain, and describe his face in detail-the face that has been fuzzy in memory, has only then had edges and corners, and once did not want to Recalling, probably for fear of remembering and reminding myself of what I have lost.
With calm, accurate, and gentle feelings, Jun Xiaolin sent his father to another world.
Isn't life like this?
ps. I have been seeing that even the staff and the thank you subtitles are all gone. Even though they are written in Japanese, they can easily distinguish the words "instruction in dialect" with Chinese characters. I don't know Japanese, but I can only rely on subtitles to understand the dialogues of the characters. I can't hear any dialect at all. However, seeing such rigor, I am still in awe.
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