The elegance of the older generation of French women seeps into the bone marrow, and it is the career of a lifetime that only comes to death. At the beginning of the movie, my mother sat alone by the bed with no lights on. After the sunset and before the night completely fell, it was also the time I was most afraid of. When I was a child, I was always alone at this moment to make it dark or not. I was alone in the living room with my homework book, because the light cord that couldn't reach the heights could only endure the process of getting colder and darker. As I grew up, I realized that what really scared me was not the coming of darkness, but the loneliness of a person accepting light to dark. When I saw that elegant lady sitting alone in the chair, the loneliness seemed to be transmitted to my whole body through the picture. It was a sense of loneliness that could not be dispelled even with a light, and it was the ultimate understanding that everything will flow. Lonely. Although the film did not capture the loneliness of the children who were busy all over the place in the days before her death, she was alone in a house that was flooded by the whole green, but I could think of it. No matter whether she was alive or dead, after the two brothers she loved passed away one after another, her loneliness has always existed, everything is just as she said that night "everything will disappear and change when I leave." Closet, table and chairs, Vases, decorative boards, tea sets, these tangible objects can't keep it, not to mention the intangible spirit and thoughts. Her children, who do not carry anything from her, are not sure whether the director wants to express that contemporary France cannot carry the slow and long splendid civilization. However, I thought strangely of Zhang Chu's phrase "the soul is between the legs, hurrying on the road", but I wondered whether their legs were in such a hurry that they could not hold the soul.
That idyllic old house is so beautiful, even in the dark or dead time, it is still lonely and stubbornly beautiful, looking at it, I seem to be able to smell the fresh smell of grass and the faint fragrance of aster flowers , the desk with the delicate carvings beside it, completely French, and the vase with the asters, and the lonely night through which the lonely eye sees and the window that is enveloped by night and belongs to all that flourishes in summer , all of which fascinated me strongly. At the end of the film, the noisy party, rap, pot, alchol in the room, all of them are talking about how incompatible this old house is with the contemporary, and the granddaughter's sadness only takes two seconds to sigh. I haven't had time to taste it. end. Everything is coming to an end, everithg will flow evatually.
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