It was the first time I watched Akira Kurosawa's movie, and I was shocked by this kind of long-running plot. After reading the comments of netizens, they said that Akira Kurosawa's movie shooting technique was amazing, but I couldn't say how good it was. I think this evaluation should be a great affirmation of Akira Kurosawa. The background of the whole play is Nagasaki after the war. The atmosphere in the film is relatively relaxed. The laughter and laughter draws out the kind of pity in people's hearts. The trauma of the war is especially deep in our country. There are only words in the film. Not to mention that one, as if deliberately avoided. But on second thought the people at war are the same. Equality for all people. Some people have not experienced the war, some people saw the explosion with their own eyes, but in the hearts of the latter, the scars will always remain in the bottom of my heart. "Grandma" has more than a dozen siblings. Xi Erlang is Grandma's second brother, but he is also the only surviving brother in the film. The film begins with a letter from Hawaii. The child, the post-war Nagasaki, The memories of my brother and grandmother in the United States are the most impressive thing about the "eyes". "Grandma" kept saying that too many brothers could not remember having a second brother. One morning, when grandma's son was about to put on his shoes to leave, grandma came out sleepwalking, "Brother, you came to see me." In fact, I remember, the old man really had too much pain in his heart that he didn't want to express. And on that night of thunder and rain, when I heard the thunder, my grandmother went crazy to find a sheet in the room, covered the children with the sheet, and kept shouting "Atomic bomb is coming, the atomic bomb is going to explode". At the end of the film, no one in the family could find her grandmother. An old man came hurriedly, saying that her grandmother had come to look for her and that she was going to find "Grandpa". The old man said that the sky today is as dark as that day. Back on the day of the explosion, it was raining, the children rushed into the rain first, and the adults ran out after that. The camera was all over. Grandma was running against the wind, trotting ahead. The thin body seemed to be blown away by the wind, and the umbrella suddenly blew. Turned over, like a flower blooming toward the sky, when the children's song sounded and the film ended. Looking at these, I can't help but sigh. We are lucky to live in this era. We are lucky that we have not experienced these, but the pain cannot be forgotten. Those who have experienced it are deeper and branded in the bottom of my heart.
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