is a movie about turbulent times. It conveys the love of love; the deep love it conveys makes me deeply moved. This is the unswerving waiting between Yan Zhi and Wan Yu, and this is also the daughter's emotional changes for her father and her father’s deep love. "Return". This movie was born out of Yan Geling's novel "Lu Fu Yan Zhi", but due to time constraints For other reasons, the part of the novel has been appropriately deleted, and some issues have not been discussed too deeply. However, through the interpretation of emotions by the two leading actors Chen Daoming and Gong Li, the director Zhang Yimou’s control of the changes in the light and shadow of the screen and his original ingenuity throughout the film, "Yuguangqu", showed the tension, for me and for those who have not experienced that era. Enough people.
In the first thirty minutes of the film, the director focused on family conflicts, using parents, mother and daughter, father and daughter, three contradictions, and delicately revealed the sorrow brought about by that special age-one who believed in Confucianism and was exquisite A filial nation has a power that can override family affection. In the end, the contradiction broke out, and the two people on the bridge and under the bridge pierced the shouts and the tearful dance of their daughter, which ended surgingly. It is worth mentioning that the real scene arrangement and exquisite props give a better sense of substitution.
In the following time, the director hardly tried to set off and render. Let the story unfold slowly in the light, shadow and music. Compared with common love stories,
has no great sadness, no petty bourgeoisie, like peeling a soft core a little bit. After being rehabilitated, Yan Shi returned home, and her daughter stopped dancing and became an ordinary worker. Little by little, the daughter saw her father's tolerance and persistence in her love for her mother, walked to the door, turned her head, her lips trembled but firmly - "Dad!", she was stunned for a moment - "Oh". There is no big ups and downs, in a simple way, the contradiction between father and daughter has been relieved. But the memory of his wife Wanyu came but blurred, and she didn't even notice that the person she loved the most was by her side. Yan Zhi played himself again and again, trying to make his wife remember the past. Everything turned into the sad "Yuguang Music"; turned into the warm and strong light; turned into the vast northwest scenery and simple labor life on the tattered cigarette paper. In the end, everything only turned into the unimpeded wait on the fifth of every month.
He loves her, but never knows him; she loves him, but she has forgotten who he is; she waits for him, holding a sign at the station on the fifth of every month; he waits for her, silently guarding everything by her side. Years later, it was still No. 5, and it was still early morning, and it was snowing heavily, so I carefully photographed the floating snow on the boxcar. It's still the road and the station. She is still waiting, and he is still waiting.
's open approach, no joy or sadness, only the deep watch of the two. After the film was released, there were mixed reviews of the film. Some people say that the idea of this movie is too simple to reflect the atmosphere of that era. Some people also say that this movie is too rigid in format and cannot accurately describe the intent of the novel in storytelling.
But this film leaves me only a steady stream of emotions. Wanyu has been waiting and persevering to Yanshi for decades, and Yanshi's guilt and guarding for Wanyu for decades. The vicissitudes of time of that little person caught in the torrent of history made me deeply moved. Life is short, a lifetime is very long, and when it grows up, when you wait until your temples are white, your whole life is very short, and it is so short that it will last for decades. Don't complain, don't complain, know that something is broken, stick it little by little, heal it, and heal the blotches left by history. Time and space can separate us, and memory can make us forget each other, but we always know each other in our hearts and keep each other with love
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