Loved a picture book by Silverstein called "The Lost Corner" about a circle with a corner missing, singing and searching, through the sun and rain, through the rugged mountains and rivers, to find another corner, some too big, some too small, and some too sharp, and once came across the most suitable corner, did not hold on to it, only to fall off again. Eventually it rolled faster and faster as it found the right corner, and realized, again, that when it found it, it had lost the gap, but could no longer let out a song.
The author uses the simplest lines to outline the richest philosophy about loss and search, about perfection and lack, about pursuit and direction.
Each of us is like the circle in the picture book, there is a missing piece of heart, because of this missing, we can only travel slowly in the world, to watch the world scenery, harvest a variety of real mood; because of desire and panic, hesitation and deliberation on the road of the pursuit, the most precious beauty is lost; perhaps one day found themselves all complete, but lost the direction of the pursuit, as the circle, and eventually no longer sing loudly. The final is no longer loud and clear singing.
From the many characters in the hunter's story to the daily running around, we are all looking for that lost corner.
1 Hand in hand, heart like a lotus flower
The story gradually came to an end, there is always a question lingering in everyone's mind: justice, in fact, through what way to achieve?
In the modern society of the rule of law, there is no doubt that the way through the law, however, the perfect answer does not exist, have seen an American movie "Sleeper", which impressed a paragraph, he said: "Justice in the courtroom is the justice of the rich, can be bought with money, and the justice of the street is priceless. Justice in the courtroom is blind, whereas here, in the streets, justice has long eyes."
Things like that make you feel cold inside, but there are times when the law does seem impotent, when it becomes skinny and bony compared to the magnificent justice, and that's why there's Zorro, and Robin Hood, and Superman, and Batman and other so-called heroes, and where we belong with the City Hunter.
Kim Young-soo, with his kindly undertones and determined eyes that don't back down and don't compromise, represents the positivity of the power of the law and insinuates the helplessness of the power of the law. He has spared no effort in tracking down the City Hunter because of the secret that has been buried for years, and also because justice, no matter how bright it shines, should not, perhaps, be above the law. He is angry with Yoon Sung because of his father, who is in a coma in the hospital; he once wanted to try to find the evidence to arrest Chil Jaewan before Yoon Sung, but in the end, he still slowed down a step.
He is an excellent prosecutor, he is really like a bridge, linking the street justice and the law of the land, Runcorn's actions outside the system, through his access to the legal platform to give the public account, Runcorn's vengeance is not stained with blood, but also through his meticulous and impartial law enforcement, indirectly to realize.
In the wide corridor with floor-to-ceiling glass, he said to Runcorn: "What the law can't do, you did, you won the law".
Two people, in front of **** the same goodness and justice, like the bright daylight outside the window, the heart of the tacit understanding, sympathy.
Perhaps the world is also because of them, the positive representatives of the law, the embodiment of justice on the streets, only in the drooping time there is a living hope.
Involved in the world at the beginning of the people with a fervent dream of a career, had seriously constructed their own life trajectory, fine paint morals, ethics, principles, as painting their own room, and the years past, the new house is in disrepair, the wall skin peeling off layer by layer, the first insisted on all kinds of, has long faded away in the life of the wind. Woofist has not yet purchased his soul, but he himself is eager to cut prices and auction, in front of their own vulnerability, the temptation of the unstoppable, when the catastrophe is extinguished, silently chose to succumb.
Life is like a tree, some people gradually decay, but some people choose to burn.
When the moving car incident took the lives of the living, when the signs of life as the head was covered, when the Wenzhou Square all night light up the candlelight of prayer, when the June Shanghai drifted up the cold frost, the best commemoration of all the excuses and perfunctory under the truth.
But who can tell us where the truth lies.
Kim Young-soo bought time with his life for Yoon Seong to find the secret information that had been hidden for more than three decades, the truth that the nation needed.
Bleeding profusely, with tears in his eyes, he said as he lay dying, "Please use that top-secret information to expose how the country has fooled the nation."
He said, "I ...... can't go now."
He said, "City Hunter, Lee Yun-sung, my father ...... forgive him ...... I'm sorry."
He entrusted all his duties to the justice of Run City, he exchanged his last moments for understanding for his father, and he used his life to find the truth that had been hidden for years.
You could have stopped your search for the truth at the hands of your superiors and saved your own career, but you didn't.
You could have been selfish when love and duty collided and left the car accident ten years ago to be buried in the sea of time, but you didn't
You could have gone with the flow, you could have fallen into the mundane, you could have gone along with the crowd, you could have bowed down in front of the strong, but you didn't
You could have been like your father, as Chien Jae-Wan said, and lost your dreams in the trek, but you didn't
You could have been like your father.
You are waiting for your father to wake up in a coma, you are waiting for all the wind and rain to calm down and the smoke to clear, to go to Seh-hee's waiting appointment, to continue the love in the bland years.
If only this time you could return safely
But you didn't.
Kim Young-soo's departure restored the world to a valuable piece of truth, maintaining the dignity of the law to the end of his life, do not bother to track down who was the mole who let Cheon Jaewan go, he will not be the first, nor will he be the last. But as long as we still have a prosecutor who dares to put the country on the stand, someone who dares to pursue the truth, someone who dares to admit that the law loses out to justice, then there is still a hope.
We sit on a bumpy state moving train, stepping over such blood and death, so that we can travel in peace and respect, stop after stop.
Kim Young-soo's departure made up for the missing corner of legal justice, but he became a corner of too many people's hearts, lost forever.
2 All love is abused, no one is wronged
How to write about Lee Jin-pyo, I do not know.
In front of him, all the words seem shallow, all the comments seem one-sided, all the capper is a chiseling.
He opens the story with a vengeance and leaves it with a most poignant finish.
When he slowly fell to the ground, blood filled his chest, tears, like pouring rain, instantly poured.
The late night sea many years ago, the massacre in order to maintain the regime, in the heart of Li Zhenbiao, leaving an eternal bloody wound, originally belonged to his peace, loyalty, trust, principles, were all taken away by the gunfire of the sea, by the pain of the night, and by the hatred of the bone marrow.
This hatred was a breathing mouth, sucking the warmth from his body over a long period of time; this hatred was a forceful hand, y embedded in his skin, all the way up from the arteries, strangling his throat; this hatred was an attentive ear, attaching itself above the wall of his blood, and sending out an unceasing echo of lamentation.
The hatred was the real air current, from the gap in his heart, coldly whistling past.
If at that time, he also sacrificed in the foreign sea, perhaps, he will not live so hard, when life and death, he left alone in the world, is not a certain moment, he also hated to live on their own, because from time to time we hate to the end, hate is only themselves.
The hatred accumulated under the time, sadness shackled under the chess game, no matter how the result, can not dilute the bone-deep sadness, can not recall the precious time.
Hate, is the most spent effort thing, he seems to be the most cruel, the most bloody, in fact, the most pitiful, the most helpless.
Cui Eun-chan heart, there is also a corner of the lost, once a tragedy, he has not forgotten, this piece of helpless missing become a piece of angular pain, in his heart left and right to come and go, grinding the blood and flesh.
There is a kind of pain in the world, is to know right and wrong, but can only be silently complicit, awake to the extreme, but can not do anything about it.
Sacrificing a few people to protect the majority is the great justice in his heart, sacrificing a national legislator to protect the interests of many civilian students may also be a helpless move, he is like a big tree in the political arena, to give a piece of shade to the national, a flower, a season of fragrance, but under the soil, buried in the helpless sacrifices of the tired white bones.
Runcorn is a fast car traveling at breakneck speeds, and he has no choice but to collide with it, even if it shakes the branches and leaves, even if it shakes the foundation.
Even if it is his own father, but still can not stop.
Choi Eun-chan said heavily, "Yoon-seong, I'm sorry dad for letting you live this kind of life."
Lee Jin-pyo, Choi Eun-chan, and Yoon-seong are all in varying degrees of pain, and all sentient beings are abused, and no one is wronged.
Who put a cold shot in your life, empty and rattling around.
Choi Eun-chan gave the ledger to Yun-seong and waited quietly for Lee Jin-pyo, perhaps, for the past thirty years.
Some blood debts, some regrets, have to be paid eventually.
And the two opposite, is more blood kinship and nurturing grace confrontation, is a personal grudge and national justice of the trade-offs, Run Cheng is like standing in the center of the two countries at war, when the war breaks out, he can only stand on the city wall between the two countries, let the first bullet penetrate his chest.
Lee Zhenbiao held the pistol, stunned, for many years he practiced for revenge a copper skin and iron bones, every scale on his body into a blade, will not be merciful to anyone, faltering to stay.
Only Runcorn is his only weakness.
The world seemed to have stood still, full of cold, he stared at this child with tear-filled blood-red eyes, he had held him in his hands bumpy ships in foreign countries, he had trained him rigorously in the days and nights of the Golden Triangle, he had lost a leg for this child, he had watched him turn from a cheerful teenager into a city hunter, they had quarrels, they had disagreements, they had ridden to each other's rescue, they had gone their own way, and today, they held guns against each other, and today, the kid is still saying, "I just want a quiet life with my dad."
They have different blood flowing in their bones, but they share a kinship entanglement that can never be severed.
This child once held a gun to his own forehead, and he wanted to block his adoptive father's gun with his life, to redeem his adoptive father at the gates of hell with death under the wheel of destiny.
And in a life-and-death situation, that instinctive protection, the father did it, too.
With bleeding wounds, he took all the blame, word for word, saying, "I, am the City Hunter."
Throwing away the bullet clip, he turned around without hesitation, the gunshot rang out, he trembled and shook, looked up to the sky, and fell down quietly.
With death to pay homage to the once bloody, with death to push open the door of the predestined sunshine, with death, to redeem the child he cared most about.
Once thought that everything was under his control, in fact, we are only controlled by fate, body, vicious and long.
In a pool of blood, he struggled with the last of his strength, pulling Run Cheng's hand, tears streaming down, comforting and remorseless, that is a precious will, which he never said in life, and never uttered in death.
That promise was, "My son, please live in peace."
Li Zhenbiao once stroked those military cards countless times, that is the years left in the South China Sea on the broken chapters of the remnants of the brief, that is not a page of history of the dead, that is the bridge of the living, to support him step by step to today.
And at this moment, the bridge to the end, dust to dust, earth to earth, the former South China Sea side left comrades, finally can meet in another world.
Hidden announcement of the world, the deficit can be repaid, he and his comrades incarnated in the name engraved on the monument, finally stood in the brilliant sunshine.
In the past, he had a sword to cut the soil into mud, in the past, he was loyal to his country and was not afraid of life and death, in the past, he was bloodstained on the surface of the sea, in the past, he was full of hatred
And now, he finally gained the ultimate calm and a little bit of recovery, recovering the heart of the corner of the lost, the heart-stirring, stirring, and always fall into the usual.
Only see, on the monument, flowers bloom, breeze, blue waves like washing, clear sky.
3 also your commitment, lend me a lifetime
Tom Cruise has a movie called "Mr. Sweetheart", which has a clip impressive, he and Renee. Zellweger stood in the elevator, a floor into a couple, they are deaf and mute, using sign language to communicate, and then embraced, to be left, he was very puzzled to ask: "What is the meaning of that sign language?"
Renee. Zellweger said, "That sign language means: you complete me."
Even if there are more regrets and sufferings, there is always you to make my world perfect, there is always you to make my world more complete.
This is a heart-rending and incomparably moving statement, but also the most beautiful and complete interpretation of love.
Everyone from the beginning of the world as a meteorite, with a unique trajectory falling, on the way to meet a thousand kinds of scenery thousand kinds of moods, will also encounter cross-face to come to the unforeseen obstacles, until one day, we stopped falling at a certain point of belonging to know that all the original trajectory of all the forward-looking, are for someone to meet.
We are just falling in the orbit of destiny toward the love of this life, either early, or late, or smooth, or ups and downs.
So Runcheng and Nana, the Golden Triangle's uncle led to the most wonderful ambush, the photo of a light smile as if the lotus pond in early summer blooming lotus, the evening wind blew, curling, as a glimpse of the hidden into the eyes of Runcheng totem.
It was as if he was being pulled by a photograph in the direction of Seoul until he arrived at the fountain square at the back of each other.
It was not that he met love, but that love had been buried for a thousand years, a love that crossed the threshold of a previous life and was destined to be cut in this life.
This love has been as a beautiful BOSSANOVA, in the fountain side of the bus, in a vegetable and a meal before the sprinkling of easy sweet, romantic memories; has also been as a thrilling tango, he took the mask of the city hunter, she stubbornly guarded the duties of the guards, has been tit for tat, but also had an unspoken message, become the identity entanglement under the secret dance; later, the love is as a piece of Sad waltz, in the late night of the prosperous sky tearful eyes relative to each other, loose hands, tearful eyes look at each other.
And now, their love in the pomp and circumstance of the soldiers between the chaos, for the final agreement, two hearts hold each other, each dancing alone.
The same night, looking at the same photos, holding each other's cell phones, but only the thoughts will be silently hidden, she believes that he will come back, he firmly believe that he will be alive back. This is the tacit understanding without words, in the soul of the intersection, all the long-winded, all the words and phrases, in this each other know before, are redundant.
If parting is the classic body temperature of love, waiting is the eternal melody of love, is a whole heart into the pious meditation, is a body and mind entrusted to the promise of promise.
Waiting for you to return with full love, calm eyes, in the wind and rain dispersed.
Before the storm, he remembers, with the computer to modify her work time, he only wanted her to stay away from the most dangerous environments, but know that she, such as him, this same life **** in front of the death, how can she give up him, how can she retreat.
When Runcheng pointed the gun at himself, if this is his fate, he is willing to use his life to end everything, Nana tightly gripped the pistol, trembling voice: "Runcheng, put down the gun, has been enough".
Run Cheng's eyes frame full of blood and tears, in between looking at each other, this is a kind of what sadness to the bottom of the eyes.
As if to say: sorry, I can not come back.
As if to say: if death can end everything, you are my last unrequited attachment.
As if to say: I was too late to tell you that I love you so much.
In the midst of a mess of gunfire, Run Cheng and his adoptive father held trembling hands in a pool of blood, Nana sat on her knees in a state of disorientation, the pervasive blood, a sound of gunfire that was still in her ears, so that she was like a bird pierced through the body of a barbed arrow, nailed to the trunk of the tree alive, inside, the blood flowed into a river.
Run Cheng, if you are not there, the whole world is instantly dark, all the voices are far away like mountains and rivers, there is no heavenly light and clouds, no fog and flowing rainbows, there is only a piece of fishy black scorched earth, huge.
Fortunately, you came back.
Once the heavy grudges, bloody rain, the shackles of the world, the helpless displacement, are like the age of the wind filled with smoke, gradually faded away, this way, sadness and joy, bitter pain heart and blood, this way, the layers of mountains, cliffs and peaks. When the wind gradually leveled, time is silent, the world is only left to meet each other tacit understanding of the smile, faintly filled in the gentle air.
--Kim Nana, if there is an afterlife, do you still want to meet me?
--Li Yuncheng, if there is an afterlife, I would like to change into a free plant in the mountains and forests with you, snuggling up to each other, *** facing the wind and rain, *** experiencing the four seasons; if there is an afterlife, I would like to change into a tiny fish in the water with you, chasing and playing in the sky and the earth; if there is an afterlife, I would rather suffer from wars, starvation, poverty, sickness, than to miss you in my life, I would rather suffer from wars, starvation, poverty, sickness. I don't want to miss you in my life. ......
--Afterword
During the two months, we experienced anticipation, torment, entanglement, and waiting, and we experienced the essence of affection, and we realized the persistence in love. We learned kindness and understanding, tolerance and open-mindedness, in the world's restless world, the hunter's story awakened the sleeping justice, so that people touch their own neglect of the angles.
The world is full of hurt and hurt, but also full of love and love, life makes people depressed, because it always disappoints people, and life is so generous, it gives us hope and salvation.
Grateful for the generosity of life, searching for the lost corner of oneself, not afraid of the long way, not afraid of the wind, snow and thunder.
The end of the story, some people exist, some people leave, some people lost, some people come back, there is a harvest of completeness, there are unspeakable shortcomings.
Life is a rose in the storm, and we all have to bear it, the perfection in imperfection.
The Gospel says: What has been will be again, and what has been done will be done again. There is nothing new under the sun.
We see things that have happened before and will continue to happen afterward, such as sin, such as deception, such as justice, such as perseverance.
The story of the hunter seems to come to an end, and then it seems to have just begun, and in the final scene, Runejo, driving the car like a night ranger, travels through the silence of the late night, traveling into a future that holds a bright dawn.
The story that never ends, the city hunter that never goes away.
You complete me.
They complete us.