The three stories in the film unfold in parallel. A poet who has been closed to a water temple for years because of leprosy meets a young confidant; a kind and gentle tricycle driver meets a prostitute; and a child with a cigarette case looks for the stolen box. The story is very simple, but has its own appeal.
In the early morning, the light golden sun shines on the green lotus leaves, dark green and bright green. The woman sitting in the boat is picking pure white lotus flowers. "He Tiantian with lotus leaves" seems to be the artistic conception of ancient poetry. And when the girl sang the old song "Who knows how many bends the river has, who can sweep all the leaves of the forest...", the pure singing was like the crystal dewdrops flowing on the lotus leaves in the morning, and finally attracted the autistic The old poet in the temple. "How many poems have you read?" "Enough to understand your pain." Only then did the poet's inspiration flow again in the night, and the girl's brisk writing. Every morning, the girl walks on the noisy and chaotic street with a pure white lotus flower, as if the crowded street market has become the background of the lotus flower.
And the tricycle driver who waited every night in front of different hotel doors and the girl who hoped to enter the world "inside the hotel glass door" is another story. Vietnam's humid and sweltering climate makes it feel as if summer will never end. Occasionally I met the girl in a short skirt, and I persistently waited for her at the door of the hotel she entered every night. Reading the unknown book by the light outside the glass door of the hotel. Quiet and patient, as if time lost its flow in his waiting. The prize money from the tricycle race was exchanged for a night with the girl, but she just sat quietly and watched her fall asleep peacefully. With the accumulated money, let her change into pure white pajamas. "You don't even know what you mean to me". Love and waiting are finally exchanged for bright red safflower, and the peaceful woman wearing traditional white clothes among the red flowers falling from the sky.
Hanging boxes of cigarettes, chewing gum, and lighters, the little boy saw a strange world in his eyes. A feasting bar, sitting at the door of the hotel every day looking at the Americans who used to be the navy bar... On a rainy night, the little boy who lost the box kept looking for it. The heavy rain in the dark night seemed to wrap the little children. But children have a natural and tough life. Imitating the hero's actions behind the movie screen, playing football on the street with friends, sitting in front of the TV in the store watching cartoons, squatting and watching the stacked paper boats float away in the street. Finally got his box back. Even with a younger girl as company.
Perhaps life does not distinguish seasons, and it is often inadvertently discovered that four seasons follow one another. Time and love, beauty and reality, may all be on the corners of each other.
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