Human life is nothing more than a passage from one cave to another, and then continues to tremble in the rain of that world! It's been a decade since Stephen King and Frank Darabont built this great work. I know that good things must be felt by everyone, but I am sorry that my noise will continue as always, and in my eyes, Shawshank's redemption is related to faith, freedom and friendship. Red says hope is something dangerous and a source of mental distress. Thirty years in a prison under heavy pressure is indeed qualified to say so. For from the day he came in, the warden said, "Give the soul to God and the body to me." Apart from the cigarettes he could get and the playing cards printed on, no other movement seemed to grow within this dark wall. The same was true of most of Shawshank's prisoners. Before going to prison, most of them must have been lawless murderers, and the rebellious and protesting side of human nature should be much more violent than ordinary people. But a long life of captivity, a fear of authority, despair of the future, and a conformity to the system have gradually made them wolves that have shed their fangs. But the impulsive bloodiness has not disappeared, and the occasional fight between prisoners and the bullying of the "three sisters" are all proofs. But it all came within Shawshank's stone walls. Just like tamed wolves are trapped together in an iron fence, they will fight and bite each other. This is the nature of animals and the nature of human beings.
