Homeless children have no hometown

The siblings moved out of their aunt's house and lived in a bomb shelter on the riverbank. Some simple life objects are second-hand bought from the grocery store, but even so, they are still alive and happy. The war brought only disaster to the people. His father died in battle, his mother died, he became an orphan, and he was disliked by his aunt. The younger sister finally died of a serious illness, and the elder brother also came to an end. How should I put it, the part that has little to do with the war, that is, their wandering life, is more interesting to me.

When I was a child, I saw some homeless children. In my hometown, in the early 1990s, when you went to Fuchun Creek in Spring and Autumn, you would see a lot of broken shacks by the creek, people living under the bridge piers, and pots made of tinplate nails. On the stove supported by the stone, there was a bag of Hongfu instant noodles of 50 cents made locally. Red Star beer bottle. Cigarette butts, torn clothes. Most of the homeless are scavengers. They live in the cracks of the city and pick up some household garbage that others don't want for their own use. No combing, no washing, no brushing, no nails. In my eyes, they are terrifying and pitiful, and I am deeply curious about them. When I was a child, I was frightened by the homeless, because I knew very little and had no concrete understanding of many "identities". It was just a concept, or a wrong concept. They are very scared. The brothers and sisters in the movie live in no fixed place, but they are also described as neat and tidy. They have a normal stove for cooking every day, and the brother also makes a swing for his sister. It's already a very good "wandering" life. In World War II, Japan was a defeated country. This country has not confessed its crimes until now, but they have also been punished in the war. Children who have lost their homes, parents who have lost their children, families who have become vulnerable and vulnerable under the test of war... If they lose their homes, everyone is a homeless child. Without a sense of belonging, without a hometown, the wandering of the mind is more terrifying than the exile of the body. The son of the navy, he could cheer up, but he chose to steal. Death is a topic that everyone must face. The death of the younger sister cannot be chosen, but the death of the elder brother was caused by himself.

If wandering requires skill, it requires both sides, and even in times of war, it is necessary to evade skillfully in order to survive, then this pair of siblings failed. The movie is quite touching. At the end, the few flashbacks after my sister's death are quite tear-jerking, but her death makes me unable to sympathize.

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