People often say to love pure, but difficult, too difficult. The expression of love is too difficult, the situation of love is too difficult, and the perception of love is too difficult. So all kinds of loneliness, missing each other will add space for imagination, even color, and even the mood that will never be restored after time and aging.
From the perspective of language and human nature, it is difficult to express love. It is sometimes the familiar mute language, sometimes the lights are dim and dreamlike, and sometimes the eyes are facing each other that cannot be touched. Just like that folk song: Doves fly high, swallows fly like double knives. Geese and geese flew into Tianchi, and pheasants flew over the green grass. In fact, the explanation of the film is very clear. It is not that there is no mystery, but the dumb language of adults and the clear original lust.
At the beginning of the film, the origin of Phoenix Mountain is marked, an emperor of the Eastern Han Dynasty bestowed the territory of a handsome eunuch. And Ma Jianling is "I", the narrator of the opening chapter, "The first time we walked this mountain road was in 1971, and Luo Ming and I have never traveled such a long mountain road." Later, when he heard from France that the Three Gorges Project would cause the Phoenix Mountain to be flooded, he rushed back, not really to see the little tailor, but to find a witness of the years. Later, it was made clear that the little tailor would never return, in order to determine the beauty of a woman. He jumped into the Tianchi alone, and among the drifting paper boats, the paper boats folded to pay homage to ancestors, accompanied by the faint candlelight, his emotions also flowed down the river. When Luo Ming was told the final answer, he still thought that Ma Jianling loved the little tailor, the same love between men and women as him. And Ma Jianling said, I love her in a different way than you. Twenty-seven years later, he still only raised the corners of his mouth and smiled half contemptuously and half relievedly. Luo Ming, he always forgot to look at his expression, maybe only one minute of real eye contact can be detected.
Twenty-seven years ago, Luo Ming played the pendulum with mugwort. Even if it worked, he couldn't do it. Heart wrenched, embarrassed. When he saw their intertwined figures, he just glanced through the pane lightly, in a trance. Later, Luo Ming wanted to go home and let him take care of the little tailor. He was reluctant, why? If he loved the little tailor, how could such an opportunity be asked knowingly. But he was still slightly aggrieved. He wants to guard the little tailor, for Luo Ming.
Later, he went to see a doctor. The doctor asked his age, he said 19, and there was no excuse. I just burst into tears in front of the window, perhaps for the little tailor's situation, but also for his own emotional situation.
The different forms in his mouth may just be pity. It is the melodious violin in Phoenix Mountain, the final sound. He sold the violin, most of it to the little tailor. Perhaps the part that will not be performed is the discussion between him and the little tailor on how to reasonably resolve the untimely emotional farce. The little tailor said that he had changed a person. In fact, it was not because of Balzac, but the miscarriage, the pain of body and mind.
In the thinking of Luo Ming and the old tailor, a book changes and shapes a person. However, what changes people is only by chance, never simple words. After all, words are never religion or belief.
2018/9/2
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