Life is not as good as we expected. The rainy season, the heat, the lethargy, the slack, and the plans that have been ruined by all sorts of odd emergencies.
It was supposed to be a not-so-beautiful night, but a movie became quiet because of it.
From the beginning of my exposure to movies, I knew that I would have a stubborn preference for certain types of films, such as this "Three Seasons of Love".
In the movie, there are three seasons, three relationships, and three narrative lines.
The people in the story live in the same city, and the days that seem to have no intersection are implicated in tacit emotions.
Early summer, very hot.
The female worker who picks the white lotus flower is like a lotus flower that emerges from the mud. She appears in early summer.
The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus opens to both sides of the face. The lotus-picking girl who entered the lotus bush for the first time is as beautiful as the flowers and attracts reverie.
The old lotus-picking woman who has worked for a long time has long been numb to the beauty around her. They no longer want to appreciate the white lotus, no longer spy on the master, they hummed a sad song, it seems that they have long lost interest in this summer.
But the girl who picks the lotus is different. Although she also has a difficult past and feels lonely, she yearns for beauty.
"Who knows how many roots of rice are in the rice fields, how many bends in a river, how many layers of clouds in the rainy season, who can sweep the leaves in the forest, who can command the wind..."
The girl's song, which sang the white lotus flower that woke up a pond, also moved the master who was hiding in the old house and didn't dare to go out.
The owner of the white lotus is an elderly loner, a poet and a disabled man with a puffy face and broken hands.
The arrival of the lotus-picking girl rekindled his passion for writing poetry.
The master recites poetry, and the girl writes it.
This summer, he pinned all his melancholy and sadness to the girl's pen until he died.
This time of forgetfulness has also become the most precious memory of the girl who picked the lotus. She imagined his appearance from the old handsome photos of the master, and recalled the beauty of the past from the master's poems.
That day, the girl went to the floating market where the owner was young, and sprinkled countless white lotuses in the water. The lotus floated like a white river, free and pure.
This was the master's most beautiful dream before he died, and the girl fulfilled it for him.
Midsummer, dry.
The driver who stepped on the tricycle took the wealthy to the streets and alleys. It was midsummer.
If it wasn't for a chance encounter with a prostitute who ran away, maybe the driver would still spend his whole life sweating in the traffic.
But as soon as he saw her, the coachman decided that she was the only love in his life.
He stepped on the tricycle behind him, peeping at her bright red lips, a pair of charming eyes in the mirror, and the body fragrance that kept wafting backwards.
But what prostitutes fantasize about is earning enough money, living in an air-conditioned room, sleeping on a big bed, escaping from the poor, and yearning for the splendid aristocratic life in a hotel. And she was convinced that day would come.
A prostitute of course dislikes the coachman. This is her arrogance: You are a coachman, why do you give me happiness?
The simple and honest coachman did not think so. Although he was shy, he insisted. He waited in the hotel every day for the prostitute to take him home from get off work, he bought her simple family pajamas, he even participated in the tricycle race for her, and won the money only to pay her 50 yuan a night for prostitutes, the purpose is to watch sleep with her...
Faith will move mountains to open.
No matter how hard-hearted a woman is, she can't stand his tenderness. The last time, the prostitute, who was helpless after falling ill, took the hand of the coachman and shed two lines of happy tears.
That midsummer, the driver blindfolded her and took her to a place.
There, red petals fell from the sky, she danced in the sea of flowers, and the driver gave her a book with petals.
That was the scene she always missed with the coachman on the way home: "Back then, I wore white clothes to school. There were green trees near the school, and bright red flowers would bloom in the warm spring. If we were lucky, there would be boys who would send flowers to us. We would Make petals bookmarks..."
These, the driver has always remembered.
Late summer, rainy season.
A retired American veteran of the Vietnam War, sitting in front of a hotel smoking every day, it was a rainy season when it rained every night.
He came to Vietnam to find his lost daughter, who wrote to him that her mother had passed away. But everything didn't go as smoothly as he imagined. He stayed opposite the Sailor Bar all day long, but he couldn't find his daughter.
By chance, the veteran met a boy in a bar who was carrying a wooden box to sell small items. The boy was ten years old, he was drunk after a few sips in the bar, and even worse, he lost the goods box.
The boy mistakenly thought that the old soldier had stolen his suitcase, so he searched for the old soldier in the bar in the streets and alleys in the heavy rain.
Two people are also implicated: the veteran is looking for his lost daughter, and the boy is looking for his lost box.
In the end, the veteran saw his daughter who became a escort girl at a dinner party in the hotel, and he burst into tears with heartache. The next day, he found his daughter, met at the Sailor Bar where he once fell in love with his lover, and talked about his past with his mother.
And the boy, who was struggling to find his box in the rainy night, finally found it in an alcoholic, and also gained the dependence of a little girl.
Three seasons, three relationships, and three narrative lines. There seems to be no intersection, but there seems to be an invisible force that is lingering on each other's emotions.
The director also gave some connections between them:
The coachman and his friends discussed the veteran who sat in front of the hotel smoking every day, guessing who he was waiting for in the restaurant opposite;
The old soldier bought a bunch of white lotus flowers from the lotus-picking girl and gave it to his daughter, and re-acquainted with her;
The lotus-picking girl gave the coachman two white lotuses. Because of the coachman's words, she understood that returning to simplicity is beautiful;
On a rainy night, the driver rescued the little boy who ripped the movie screen...
Everything seems to be a coincidence that is destined, but no one knows who has given each other a gentle little luck.
The same people from the end of the world, why do they know each other when they meet.
Each of them has tears, pain, hardship and loneliness, but then they all understand: life is so hard, how can we not learn to accept the ordinary happiness?
The whole movie of "Love Three Seasons" reveals an understatement of sadness, but this sadness has been slowly diluted by the feelings they conveyed before I could amplify my emotions.
It was a kind of beauty that seemed to be within reach, touching the soul.
Thinking about life is just like this, being able to give a relationship with sincerity is precious.
I knew I would have a stubborn preference for certain types of films.
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