I especially like delicate dramas, so delicate that every eyelash trembles, just like this LIKE SUNDAY LIKE RAIN.
I personally prefer it to be a romance drama. Especially, in the park, in the sun, he leaned over to look at her, the love flowing in his eyes. After living too long in reality, it is difficult for the rough heart to move for a reason. Occasionally, the heartstrings are plucked by beauty. Maybe it is the misty tea village in Hu Lancheng's writings, maybe it is the daffodils blooming with yellow flowers in the clear water, maybe it is a leisure weekend This movie made me feel that my life was not in vain. When the cello whimpered and whispered about the feeling of loneliness, I knew that this is my favorite narrative type. It seems light and restrained, but it actually contains magnificent emotions, like an endless sea, even if it extends calmly, Still respected for its heaviness.
At the beginning of the movie, he and she are alone in their own life trajectory day after day. People are born alone. In the past thirty years, I gradually understood this truth, and only then did I realize that it is not a lie to find a bosom friend, and I am calm, and I can only wait for this fate. Perhaps, after this life, there is nothing left to do. He was twelve and she was twenty, waiting for each other at the wrong age, which made me think of the helpless sadness in "Rejuvenation". But this movie is sad but not sad. Everything is stopped, even the words are restrained. It seems light, but it is actually strong. It was only when he broke up that he finally couldn't hide his heart. He couldn't say it with confidence. It's really hard to believe that I've only been with you for a few months. It feels like I've known you for a lifetime.
Who can I say this to? Afraid that in reality, there is no one.
Shi Tiesheng once said that love is also noisy, and beauty is also ostentatious. . . . . . Our world is so noisy that we can't even hear what's in our own minds, let alone what other people are saying. In the world of movies, it can be so quiet and beautiful that he can see her lightly frowning, and is quietly frightened by it. In Liu Xiaofeng's book, it is written that narrative makes people regain their sense of life, return to the space of their own life imagination, and even regain the self that has been erased by the impermanence of life. On a cold weekend afternoon in the spring, this movie I watched intermittently made me see myself weeping alone. Because of loneliness, because no one can understand, because there is nowhere to tell, because I desperately play various roles in reality, I have cried many times, and gradually I stopped crying, and gradually forgot that I ever cried. . . . . .
Rational you may say to me, life is so smooth, why? Thoreau's answer is whether you are satisfied or not. Most people live in peaceful despair. He and she were originally two poles of society. Rich and poor could not prevent similar lacerations in life. Even if they didn't say it, they could feel the blood flowing from the wounds. Like little beasts licking each other's wounds, there is no language to comfort them, only silent companionship. I understand you, watch you hysterical, and understand you. I understand you, I understand you when I watch you cry. Understand your sunshine, but also understand your decadence. How hard it is! ! Having a confidant in life is enough.
In the end, she left. Is there a brief encounter that will change your life forever? In retrospect, perhaps not. Meaningful people and things, in the long years, maybe just like the little stars twinkling in the curtain-like night sky, illuminating most of the boring days. The director's setting is very subjective. He is a child prodigy with a mind far beyond that small body. At the end, he is in the empty home, she is in the dilapidated home, playing LIKE SUNDAY LIKE RAIN with the cello and Cornett, maybe just as the director hoped, each of us has a relationship with us In different spaces, they are thinking, depressing, curious, and happy about the same things.
One day, someone who understands you will meet you.
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