However, the meaning of life lies precisely in withering. When Xin saw a withered white lotus flower in the vase, she understood the reason why Teacher Chen could no longer write poetry. His life has burned to the end, and he has no strength in his heart to think out a verse. Because of the threat of death, life will be glorious, but once death is approaching, life will gradually fatigue. How can these splendid and dull, never withered fake flowers understand. Ah Hai and Xin, the sad thing is that people choose plastic instead of real lotus flowers, the sad thing is that people choose interests instead of hearts in the face of reality.
Back then, lotuses were like those pretty plastic lotuses that you could buy for a little money. Ah Hai bought two of Teacher Chen's white lotus flowers from Xin. Those were the lotus flowers in his mind. They were so close to the mud, but they were white and flawless. He saw that she was actually a lotus, not a fake flower with heavy makeup that made people play with it. In the end, she also washed away her beauty and chose to fall in love with a tricycle driver instead of sleeping on a big bed and letting the air conditioner blow up.
There is also a moving white lotus, which is the incarnation of Teacher Chen. He lives alone in the middle of the water, surrounded by white lotuses. The woman who picked the lotus said that he had no soul. In fact, his soul is the white lotus, which is all around him and in the world he sings in poetry. The lotus-pickers sold his white lotus to various homes, and his soul was still in contact with the world. People love Teacher Chen's white lotus.
The American veterans also bought a bunch of white lotus flowers and gave them to their daughters they found hard. When Vietnam developed to that time, the shadow of the Vietnam War was gradually dissipating. What follows is the temptation of material desires after opening up, and the widening gap between the rich and the poor. As Lian said, "The bigger the hotels are, the bigger our shadow will be." That's the shadow of money, the shadow of those plastic lotus flowers. When the plastic lotus appeared, Mr. Chen's white lotus could not be sold.
In that humid and sultry beautiful country, Xin leaned against the railing of the wooden bridge, like a Monet painting. In the center of the white lotus pond where Mr. Chen lives, the floating market in his dreams where the lotus is like a white river flowing down the river, the old man who bought the white lotus, and even the long gown and phoenix flower in Lian’s memory, that is the Vietnam like the white lotus.
However, in Vietnam in reality, poetic self-deprecating tricycle drivers looking up at Qianxing, Udi standing in front of the big hotel selling lighters, children shining shoes and picking up rags, Ah Hai and Lian with love, they are like It is the white lotus flower of this country, living around the sludge of the big hotel. Ditch the poetic white lotus flower and opt for the big luxury hotel, if it can be said that this is the tragedy of Vietnam. But there are still people waiting for the white lotus, waiting for the poetic Vietnam, like Xin, like Ah Hai, like Teacher Chen. Therefore, the ending of each person's story is relatively bright. Maybe the director has hope for this still chaotic white lotus kingdom.
In fact, the lotus is the national flower of Vietnam, a symbol of strength, peace, auspiciousness and light, a hero and a Buddha, and also Nirvana.
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