I left the deepest loneliness to the sea.

Isabel 2022-04-24 06:01:01



An ancient piano, a deserted island. One woman, one man.
piano Lesson. I. One afternoon.

It's a rare Wednesday afternoon like this. You can leave work early.
I didn't go shopping with my colleagues and went home by myself, just wanting to be silent.

Suddenly, I thought, how nice it would be if I were a dumb.
So many times I have a legitimate reason to be silent.

Like Ida, the heroine of "Piano Lesson," she hasn't said a word since she was six years old.
She is a dumb girl.
She thought that what many people said was nonsense.
She refused all greetings and interference.
She only uses the piano to communicate with the world.

She is a woman like Jane Eyre, small, gray, and weak, but with a disproportionately stubborn expression.

With her nine-year-old daughter and a coffin-shaped piano,
she is going to marry a man, Stewart, who has never met before.
The man said: God loves her and doesn't make a sound. He can do the same.

He came to the beach to pick her up. Said, I didn't expect her to be so petite.
She looked at his eyes, a little wary and a little strange.

Because the road was so long and difficult to walk, not many people came to move her things and couldn't take the piano away.
She said, take away the piano even if you don't need furniture or clothes.
She stubbornly refused to leave the piano.
But he didn't listen to her.
Qin, just throw it on the beach like this.

Lost the only piano that can express herself, she is disturbed all day long in an unfamiliar environment.
She carved the keys on the table and played.
She really wants to play the piano.

The neighbor, Bai, replaced this "useless" piano with a piece of land.
Bai is a farmer, dirty, uneducated, and illiterate.
He asked her to teach him to play the piano so that you can be with your piano.

One day, he began to stroke her and kissed her.
She angrily avoided.
He said that he would get one key at a time by stroking it, so that the piano would be hers in the end, and she could play it at will.

She accepted the request to change the piano with caress.

She went to his house like this again and again.
She was playing the piano more often and he was listening.
Sometimes the sound of the piano will be interrupted.

She gradually became accustomed to such interactions in the jungle every day and
gradually liked to be listened carefully by a person every day and embraced
affectionately from behind by a person. . .
Everything is beautiful and lyrical. It has nothing to do with sexual desire and greed. It’s

just such a quiet house. The raindrops that quietly fall from the corner of the eaves let us close our eyes.
It turns out that when love reaches this level, it can be endlessly agitated in the quiet place.

in our love, there are always some moments, let us begin to love one another
, or to be more precise, we began to see each other in love with
perhaps a look, perhaps a back, perhaps a taste, perhaps a The song, perhaps altogether, is a dream.

Love doesn't exist at the beginning. Love begins at this moment. . .

With the sound of the piano day after day, he was tired of only trading, and the position without emotions. The
transaction was not over yet, so he gave her the

piano, which belonged to her again, but she didn't play it.

My music is just mine, before I meet you, my music is just mine.
Now it's different. I met you.

She went to him.
He said that he had had enough, the deal turned her into a prostitute, and he became a gangster.
He said, if it's not for feelings to see him, ask her to go away.
She slapped him. . . . . .

They fell in love.

The husband finally discovered her secret relationship with him.
Lock her up and keep her out of the room.

Ada knocked on a piano key and engraved
her love confession. She asked her daughter to bring a message to Bai. Only him in her heart made him understand.
She might have decided to live a peaceful life with her husband by giving him such words, and they will stop there.

He knew what she had brought him, and was so sad that he lost his mind and chopped off a finger from her.
Her severed finger was sent to Bai.
Facing the crazy husband, he still has a stubborn expression.
Flexible woman.

Flicking love with your fingertips, love's hand is cut off, but love will always rot in the body.

Later, love finally chose to flee bravely.

On the way out, in the small boat carrying the piano, Ada decided to throw the piano into the sea.
Sinking, sinking, very slowly, very slowly

. The piano rope was tied very slowly, and the other broke her feet. For
a moment, she was dragged into the water. She

thought that life would stay on the cold seabed forever, but
she suddenly broke free. Pulling the rope, trying hard to wash up to the surface,
finally surfaced. . .

"Finally returning to the world, what a terrible experience, my heart chose life..."

Love is waiting for her, love writes her love letter with piano, love desperately
loves men for her poetry , love is on it .

I have to live, live near love.

Ending: He and her peaceful life are together early.
In the warm sunshine, she took the silver fingers that Bai made for her, and began to play the piano again. . .
The sunlight in the lens has dazzling colors and warmth.

The film ends with the following sentence:
"In the dead of night, I think of the piano on the bottom of the sea... The deep sea is buried with silent silence."
She left the deepest loneliness to the sea. What about us?
Maybe we should all bury our loneliness somewhere deeply, and then smile gently in the warm and welcoming sunlight.

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Extended Reading

The Piano quotes

  • Ada: I have told you the story of your father many many times.

    Flora: Oh, tell me again! Was he a teacher?

    Ada: Yes.

    Flora: How did you speak to him?

    Ada: I didn't need to speak. I could lay thoughts out in his mind like they were a sheet.

    Flora: Why didn't you get married?

    Ada: He became frightened and stopped listening.

  • [first lines]

    Ada: The voice you hear is not my speaking voice - -but my mind's voice. I have not spoken since I was six years old. No one knows why - -not even me. My father says it is a dark talent, and the day I take it into my head to stop breathing will be my last. Today he married me to a man I have not yet met. Soon my daughter and I shall join him in his own country. My husband writes that my muteness does not bother him - and hark this! He says, "God loves dumb creatures, so why not I?" 'Twere good he had God's patience, for silence affects everyone in the end. The strange thing is, I don't think myself silent. That is because of my piano. I shall miss it on the journey.