Red said that hope is a dangerous thing and the source of mental distress. He was indeed qualified to say that after 30 years in prison under heavy pressure.
Because from the day I came in, the warden had said, give the soul to God and give me the body. Except for the cigarettes he could get and the poker cards with naked women, any other abnormalities seemed unable to grow within this dark high wall.
But Andy tells him that hope is a good thing-maybe even the best in the world. And the good things never disappear.
So Andy was able to dig a tunnel that Red thought would be impossible for 600 years in 20 years. When he finally climbed out of the five hundred yards of foul-smelling sewers and stood in the pouring rain, we could not help but see the faith piercing the shady scenes, striking a dazzling bolt in the dark night. Under the bright light of
, our cowardly souls appeared and trembled under Andy's open arms.
In ordinary life, we have become accustomed to step-by-step, accustomed to the impossible, accustomed to no miracles, accustomed, accustomed to.
tries to retain some beliefs before they are lost. They may not be realized in the end, or they may not make us live more meaningfully-even for myself, they will only bring me more sense of nothingness.
When the warden opened the "Bible" containing Andy's stone hammer, he turned to the "Exodus" page. The sound of
is flying, high into the clouds, beyond the dream of any prisoner in confinement, like a beautiful bird flying into this gray birdcage, letting those walls disappear, making all prisoners in the bars feel a moment freedom of.
When Andy played "Le Nozze di Figaro" on the jail loudspeaker desperately, the camera slowly passed the prisoners and prison guards who were blowing in the square. They stood still on the ground, throwing away all the resentment, viciousness and resentment, and bathed in sunshine that I had never felt so free. The music of
spreads on these people, and the beautiful notes from the world seem to wash them all pure and pure.
The strong save themselves, and the saints cross others. I understand Andy's intention. When repairing the roof, he won beer for everyone. In fact, he won for everyone the feeling of freedom like repairing their own roof, but smiles with happiness; the wedding of Figaro is also to wake them up. A sense of freedom that is about to be lost.
However, the strong are in the minority after all. In the face of freedom, more people choose to be imprisoned. Brooks, who has been in the prison library for fifty years, wanted to stay in prison by hurting inmates in order not to be released on parole. Is
strange? Freedom, equality, and fraternity should have been ideals that people yearn for and pursue. But Brooks have already been regulated by the prison rules. They need rules and order. Without them, they cannot even survive.
Brooks has gained the freedom of the body, but the soul has been irretrievably institutionalized. He finally failed to get rid of the predicament of being unable to adapt to freedom and committed suicide. And as wise as Red, after he was released from prison, he also found sadly that he had to report to the manager even when he peeed, otherwise a drop of urine would not be squeezed out.
He also considered how to break the rules in order to return to prison, and even considered leaving like Brooks.
Busy for living, or busy for death. People walking in a hurry may stop occasionally and jump out to see what they look like. The friendship between
Red and Andy is placed under the high wall, and it seems to be more pure and clean than the friendship in our chaotic world. They are both introverted people, yet they are insightful and agreeable.
I like this feeling. So when they finally met on the sunny beach of a small Pacific island, they smiled from the heart.
