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 　　Spring*Sakura

　　

　　A red rope holds two people - Matsumoto and Sawako. The two walked numbly in the woods full of cherry blossoms, with solemn expressions. They were originally a pair of lovers made in heaven and deeply affectionate. Later, under pressure from his family, Matsumoto abandoned his girlfriend Sawako and married the president's daughter. On the wedding day, Zuohezi, who was distraught and hopeless, swallowed medicine and committed suicide, but was fortunately saved. Matsumoto, who learned the news, left everyone at the wedding and ran to her side. But after waking up, the girl was delirious, lost her memory, and could no longer recognize him. Looking at the bewildered lover, the man was in pain. So, run away from marriage and leave home. He decided to take her to the end of the world to retrieve the lost memory.

　　With a red rope around their waists, they began their trek. Walk through the green grass, walk through the red leaves, walk through the seaside, walk through the jungle, and walk through the sweet past in those memories. One after the other or one left and one right, they just walked. All the way, silently. Occasionally, the girl will laugh: Occasionally, the girl will play a little trick - the next man: While he is sleeping, tie his feet with ropes. Then wake him up to see him tripped to the ground, and she smiles as pure and bright as a child. But she still regarded him as a stranger. He didn't care, he insisted on taking her all the way...

　　

　　Love Sun*Rose On the

　　

　　blue seaside, he and she finally met. Her name is Haruna Yamaguchi, who used to be an idol singer; his name is Yan Jing, and he is her loyal fan. She used to be radiant and radiant on stage. And he was just one of her many fans. He is a roadblock worker, consciously humble, never dared to approach her, but just watched her from a distance and silently supported her. However, a traffic accident changed all that. She was injured and disfigured, and from then on, she retired from the music scene and lived in seclusion by the sea, swearing to see no one. But he couldn't let go of his inner concern. In order to get close to her, he destroyed his eyes and became a blind man. Blind, he finally realized his dream. Wearing sunglasses and holding a cane, he came to her. She asked what was wrong with his eyes, and he just said lightly that he could see better.

　　She took his hand and looked at the scenery together. He said it was delicious. She said yes, because the roses were blooming. standing on a large rose

　　In the sea of ​​flowers, she told him how beautiful the blooming roses were. Standing beside her, he smiled without saying a word. He was willing to lose the light, and just wanted to light up his heart for her.

　　On the way back, he played the song she had sung on the harmonica, the light melody wafting in the wind.

　　The next day, he was found killed by a car on the side of the road. The harmonica lay quietly on the side, the blood under her body was icy cold. The police washed the road with high-pressure water cannons, and the visible bloodstains gradually became lighter, from bright red to pink to pale red, until they disappeared without a trace.

　　There is only a girl who covers her face with a veil, looking at the ebb and flow of the sea, accompanied by only the loneliness of roses blooming and the fragrance scattered everywhere...

　　

　　Autumn * Bento In the

　　

　　park , sitting on a bench A middle-aged woman in a red dress and blue coat. She held a bento in her hand and waited quietly.

　　Whenever someone wanted to sit down, she would say, "I'm so sorry. My boyfriend and I made an appointment to have lunch here and he'll be here soon. Could you please leave this seat to us? I'm sorry, here it is. Excuse me." She had been waiting there. But no one knew that she had been waiting for thirty years. Thirty years ago, she broke up with her boyfriend here. When she left, her boyfriend said that he would come back to her after he made a name for himself. She also promised to come here every Saturday to wait for him and eat the bento she made. From this, she began to wait endlessly...

　　Thirty years, her beauty has turned into a crane. She didn't know that her boyfriend back then was now a gang leader. Today, his body and power are not as good as before. Knowing that time is short, the old man recalled the old days, vividly in his mind, as if it were yesterday. The most tragic of them all was personally ordering the shooting of his own brother: the most romantic was the promise made to him by his lover when he was young—to prepare a lunch box and wait for him on a park bench every Saturday.

　　On a whim, he came to the park where he once met again. Standing in front of the bench, he couldn't believe his eyes: the lover in the red dress and blue shirt was actually waiting for him with a bento in hand. She still has the same dress, the same makeup, the same demeanor, and the same scene as before. Shocked, he silently came to her, but she no longer recognized him. For weeks, he came here and sat beside her.

　　"Your boyfriend hasn't come yet?" he asked softly.

　　"Yeah. He's not coming. But I'm not alone now, because you've been coming all this time." She took out the bento and they ate together.

　　He regained that simple and beautiful feeling, and he walked out of the park with a smile full of happiness. When you realize there is danger behind you, it is too late. Gunshots rang out. The sunset behind him is like weaving.

　　She started a new wait...

　　

　　Winter * Snow Mountain The red-

　　

　　rope lovers are still walking tirelessly, with a blank expression, like two dolls who only know how to walk. Finally, they entered the snowy world. The sky is vast, cold and silent. From spring to winter, they walked through the four seasons, through the prosperity, and returned to the mountain hotel where they once fell in love. The man looked at the lively scene inside and remembered the scene where the two got engaged. It was here that he personally put on a necklace with an angel pendant on her, and the past was as clear as yesterday. At this time, the girl also seemed to remember something, she held the angel pendant on her chest and gestured to him, tears slid down her cheeks. The man was stunned and stared at her blankly. After a while, the two embraced each other tightly and burst into tears. The girl who retrieved her memory held her lover's hand and walked in the snow and ice, as if they would go to the end of the world together

　　. The day is dawn, and the sun is blooming like a flower. Ice and snow are crystal clear, everything is translucent and beautiful.

　　A bright red rope hung quietly from a dead tree on the edge of the cliff. One end of the rope is tied to Matsumoto, and the other end is tied to Sawako...

　　Such a tragic scene can not help but remind people of the previous moment, maybe all this is already doomed:

　　in the hospital, the girl sits under the window sill. Looking blankly at the grass, a butterfly with a broken wing was lying on the ground alone, motionless and silent.

　　When the man took the girl away, the butterfly with its broken wings was crushed under the wheel...

　　

　　The beauty of sadness

　　

　　The Japanese nation advocates the beauty of natural scenery, and believes that nature is the source of life and the source of beautiful feelings. It also pays special attention to the blending of natural beauty and subjective emotions, and advocates "the unity of things and me", that is, to integrate one's mind with nature, and listen, stare, and feel the beauty of nature with a pious heart. The artist has clearly infiltrated this kind of consciousness into his works, and the famous writer Yasushi Kawabata is a very representative one. He prefers to express thoughts and convey emotions through "things": the pursuit of spiritual emptiness and detachment. I remember Kawabata Yasunari recited a waka on the podium in Stockholm:

　　spring flowers, autumn moon, summer azaleas, winter snow and coldness.

　　Kawabata Yasunari once sighed in his work "Flowers Are Not Sleeping": "The beauty of nature is infinite, and individual life is short and fragile. What greets this moment of bloom is the next moment's withering." Fascinated by the beauty of fetishism, it became Japan's National aesthetic tendency and appreciation habits. The Japanese appreciate the fleeting splendor and beauty of cherry blossoms and experience the impermanence of life and death. While emphasizing the pessimistic theme of the passing of life, director Takeshi Kitano is also trying to find the eternal detachment of life.

　　The fascinating scenery in the film "The Doll" is like a beautiful picture scroll slowly unfolding: the deserted and silent mountains, the empty and refreshing seaside, the park with blossoming cherry blossoms, the snowy fields with flying snow, the lush jungle, the floating The sea of ​​fragrant roses, the drifting snowflakes, the red leaves dyed by autumn colors... Such a beautiful scenery, colorful, quiet and peaceful, elegant and soothing, clean and elegant, makes people sigh. The agility of nature adds a different kind of elegance to his works, and also allows the audience to taste and understand the tangle of joys and sorrows of the characters in the film. Flowers are like people, people are like flowers, flowers are similar every year, and people are different every year. The three emotions all ended without a hitch. Its coldness and beauty go deep into the bone marrow. Half awake, half intoxicated, the trance is indescribable and indescribable. Life is like a play. An instant is a turning point. There is a little exaggeration, a little absurd, but gorgeous, round and full.

　　Takeshi Kitano once said: "Love is a noble act of gambling. Death is the ultimate violence against love. The reason why it is cruel is that it makes all good things have no future." From this, we can realize what is in his works. The kind of sad and decisive aesthetic style presented. He is accustomed to blending silent characters with the ultimate beauty, creating a heart-piercing pain, and at the same time being extremely cold, pursuing a detached feeling.

　　The colorful colors can't hide the despair in the heart, the impermanence of life and the desolation of fate make the film "Doll" full of unbearable sadness and sadness, gorgeous and lonely, and it is too strong to be dissolved...