The story is gripping from the very beginning. A woman, in a group of men, more or less let me feel a little awkward flavor. Imagine a flowery girl is going to marry a hemp man, and also more than fifty years old, I can not help but heartache and feel sick. However, the author has already buried the ambush, carrying the sedan chair will be "my" grandfather - Yu Zhanao. Jiu Er did not say a word, first in the sedan chair silence, then crying, hand clippings. Halfway so lightly with the sedan chair division (Yu Zhanao) love at first sight, that a hand grabbed her feet, love will be in each other's hearts ripples, is the unspoken confession.
Married halfway by the bad guys sneak attack, in the sky crazy sorghum field, a man without words for love to create a holy land, two love, love is unrestrained and frenzied, but it is an understatement. The close-up is the vast sorghum, flying with the wind, seems to be the joyful song and praise of love. The male protagonist is not a perfect man, with a childish peeing in the wine, roughly picking up the nine children to go to the room, robbing the bride, drunkenly talking nonsense ...... such a real and simple, but it is a kind of simple life portrayal, masculinity and boldness, rosy and thick are portrayed. The heroine is even more worrying and admirable. When she was forced by her father to go back to Eighteen Mile Slope, she finally spoke, briefly saying, "Okay, I'll go! I'll go, I'll go and never come back!" Just like this to go away.
Just married in the past husband died, the mother's home can not go back, how to continue to live, the story makes people feel unprecedented sadness, for the Jiuer sad, however, she came out, simple but powerful words "everyone stay, listen to me say ......" then The first time I saw the woman, I was able to take on the burden of being a family member, and I simply made wine and laughed at the life.
In this way, the depths of my soul for a long time and feel shocked, in the most let me this secular modern people feel despair, the heroine uplifted, do not think too much, in a seemingly ordinary way to continue to live. Wine brewed to worship the god of wine, drinking, everyone happy and smiling ......
These simple and simple life for us today as if it is impossible to continue, is our life today is too rich, so in the face of such a simple life I feel a burst of overwhelmed by the desolation and fear that they have only They only have a vast piece of sorghum land, no vegetable fields, no paddy fields, not a store, there seems to be no people for dozens of miles around ...... How do they continue to live? With today's thinking to see is "inconvenient transportation, material extremely poor, no entertainment, no medical, no friends, lonely and helpless a small group.
I think of the lives of my grandparents and great-grandparents, and how they lived when they were young. I can not help but feel fear for those I have never ventured into the life, and then in the nine children's smile to see her perseverance, but also feel a kind of life of fearlessness, calm, tenacious, vigorous upward greatness!
All the hardships are blind, calm and simple life, our modern lack of faith is not such a belief? The material is constantly full, life is unlimited to present a wonderful, and our hearts have become more and more simple and rough, barren, barren, painful. Those primitive vitality, the call of the wild are bound in reinforced concrete, imprisoned in the fame and power, was stranded in the colorful life on the beach, we have the most grand material of human history, but lost the most pure and most natural and most vitality of the human spirit of the spirit and simplicity to the luxury of abundance.
The movie is over, the sentence "mother, mother, on the southwest ......" and the sea of ocean like red swaying sorghum field is still in my heart for a long time to echo. That is the power of the depth of life, that is strong, is resistance, is indomitable.