the I've Never the before of Said IT
But the this kind of certainty Comes justonce in A Lifetime
Sometimes I've been thinking about the difference between film and text, the text of what is really eyes of the beholder, the wise see wisdom. It is precisely for one hundred readers that there are one hundred Hamlet. However, when Hamlet is made into a movie and frozen into a picture, it is difficult for us to blend our feelings and our imaginations in it. There are thousands of different feelings in words, but movies are unique. The picture of the movie, the detailed expressions, one look and one action are beyond words. I seldom comment on a movie because I don’t know what to say, and the words are so poor that I can only say moving. I don't really like to comment on the quality of other people's films, and criticize them for perfection. In any case, the director did his best. Classmate Chen Kaige dared to tear off the mask of his pseudo-artist, dared to throw aside the achievements of Farewell My Concubine, bravely picked up the camera, performed stunts, and shot the Promise at the steamed bun. The courage is also worthy of praise.
And I want to talk about a movie seriously today. I'm sorry that I said so much nonsense before. Because I was a little embarrassed, I don't know how to start, so I can only talk about it. I always do this, the more I care, the more speechless. Sisi said that she cried very hard in the scene where the two left in two cars one after the other in the last rain. Clint Eastwood stood in the heavy rain, so slumped, so sad, so wet, he seemed to fall at any time. He looked at her in the car window with begging eyes, begging her to follow him. She thinks, she thinks, and I know she thinks. The green light had been on for a long time, and her husband kept honking his horn, a little impatient, why the car in front hadn't left yet. His eyes looked deeply in the rearview mirror for a long, long time, then he slowly bent down, hung up her chain, slowly pulled up the handbrake, and started it. Her hand clutching the car door slumped loose. All this can never go back.
At first, I thought that the actor is too old and the heroine is not beautiful enough, and even thinks her dress is too rustic. We are accustomed to seeing handsome men and beautiful women, accustomed to seeing the right person, accustomed to seeing the perfect ending, accustomed to enjoying the sight, painless to the body and mind. At first, I didn't expect that it would be so sad.
Under Madison, he picked wild flowers for her to show his gratitude. No matter when, a man of good manners is always popular. No man will pick flowers for a woman for no reason, and no woman will joke with a strange man easily. Everything has already begun, in the case that we are not ready yet. Perhaps, in the car, when he took the cigarette, when his arm seemed to inadvertently rubbed her leg, all of this was already destined.
She returned to invite him to drink tea, and he adjusted her favorite station every morning. They talked naturally, and I suddenly thought that we all need to communicate and be understood. She has been married to her husband for several years and has a son and a daughter, but she may not have calmed down for a moment and talked like this. A man who can understand you, understand you, and understand you without any effort is a fatal attraction to women.
He wiped himself by the well under her house. She was upstairs, through the curtains, and saw him naked. The 65-year-old Clint Eastwood is still faintly sturdy in the past. She began to feel uneasy. He helped her make dinner, they had dinner together, he started to tell jokes, and both of them were very happy. They were walking in the moonlight, and they both loved Ye Ci's poems. I think that like-mindedness is the most important prerequisite. You can have no family background, no power, or even material foundation, although I think this is also very important. However, it cannot be without, the tacit understanding of the soul.
He said to her, Fasica, we have done nothing wrong, and you have nothing to say to the child. This is a good man, and when he finally sighed in her knees and pulled down the skirt of her knees to leave, I confirmed this again.
I don't know whether all this will be the support for her to live alone for the rest of the year. If it were me, this would be the memory of my life. Did she think of him in the dark, the way he dropped the flowers, and the way he danced with her. His breath, his warmth, his hug, his back, his voice. She has a husband and children, but after he left, he was always alone. The tacit understanding of the soul is irreplaceable. When possession becomes a memory, when a memory becomes the only one, when Clint Eastwood leaves, he turned around and said, I only say this time, I used to I haven't said it, because such a certain thing is only once in a lifetime, and the world suddenly collapsed.
He kept the chain she had given him and returned to her after his death. The pictures he took of her gave him a gentle smile. The letter he wrote to her, his camera, and the message she posted on the bridge inviting him to have dinner at the beginning, he kept everything, and sent it to her with the ashes at the end, including that he kept wearing it in his hand. The upper wristband.... Yes, they have everything about each other, body and soul, and dozens of years of memories, except for that person.
I do not reject ethics, nor do I believe in love, things in the world are natural. The standard of right and wrong has always been used by rulers to conceal themselves to suppress others. Over time, it has become a deep-rooted yardstick in our thinking. There is also a comment that the bridge bridge is an excuse for extramarital affair, and I have no intention of refuting it. It's just that life is too miserable, why can't we be happy, why can't we just fall in love with the flow. I just, only when he said that such a certain thing was only once in his life, when he turned his head in despair and exhausted his last strength to start the car, when she received the relics he gave her after his death, my heart was lost. Inextricable.
——《Covered Bridge Last Dream》
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