Such a season, how can it not make people miss summer. At the end of the year, the Midnight Book Club is reviewing the movies and books recommended and introduced during the year. One of them happens to be called "Summer Time", which I like very much. It's better to miss it in winter.
The storyline of "Summer Time" is very simple: the mother died, leaving behind a valuable art collection, which the three children could not maintain, so they auctioned it off. It happened in summer, hence the name summer time. There are two things that remind me so far.
One is that after the family reunion, the children leave one by one, and the jubilant summer afternoon turns into a quiet evening in an instant. In the old house deep in the shade, the old woman sits on a rocking chair and quietly looks out the window, as if she had a premonition. Her own departure, and everything that will happen: the old house, the paintings, sculptures, antique furniture in the old house, like her three children, will fall apart, their own things.
Second, at the end of the movie, the granddaughter of the old woman organized the last noisy party in the sold old house. The granddaughter and her boyfriend secretly avoided classmates and climbed a high wall in the afternoon of the scorching sun. The trees and woodlands within the walls tell the story of the past. The summer time also came to an end under the bombardment of electronic dance music.
This generation and the next generation, the next generation and the next generation, the way of life and the pace of life of each generation are getting more and more different, the faster the pace of life, the bigger the generation gap, so that this generation has no ability and strength to follow Live like the previous generation, but those precious works of art have to be in the life of the previous generation to give off the atmosphere that works of art should have. So we had to put them in the museum, carefully put them away, preserve them, and display them. It was protection, but it seemed to be dull, isolated and unfamiliar as specimens.
Each generation has its own summer time, and at the end of it, only the warmth remains in the hearts of the next generation, in the transparent glass window. There is no time to go backwards, no summer to go back to. Although the next summer will come, it will be completely different from the previous one.
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