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Each feather shines with its own brilliance

Message from the curtain - To you who have never known each other before

CAST

Andy Dufresne TIM ROBBINS

Ellis Boyd“Red”Redding MORGAN FREEMAN

Each feather shines with its own brilliance

Forgive me, dear reader, you must be wondering why I would type these four names separately, right? Let me tell you the names of the two protagonists and their protagonists in the classic movie "The Shawshank Redemption" that I just watched, and please allow me to tell you their translated names separately, they are "Andy Duffran" and "Ellis RedRed Reading".

You must have heard of this classic The Shawshank Redemption, right? This "classic of a classic" has won seven awards at the 67th Academy Awards and other honors, and has been selected for the National Film Register of the Library of Congress. However, it is such a world-famous movie that I have never seen, or I just saw this movie and turned it off.

Each feather shines with its own brilliance

It wasn't until one Saturday night in November, when I was eighteen, that someone who had been confused for a while opened the film and laughed out loud on the way to watching it, sometimes wiping tears with a tissue.

Yes, you're awesome, this crazy guy is me.

I don't want to tell you about my afterthought here, I just want to tell you how I felt at the moment when the curtain language of this movie appeared.

"Life boils down to a simple choice: either busy living or busy dying."

"Hope is a beautiful thing, and good things never die, maybe the most beautiful things in the world."

"You know, there are birds that are destined not to be kept in cages, and every feather of theirs shines with its own brilliance."

These are the lines that touched my heart the most in the movie.

The footage before the closing prologue is of Two old friends, Andy and Red, hugging each other and weeping on a small island in the Pacific Ocean, and when the curtain prologue comes, my mood is like the waves rushing next to Andy and Reed, extremely complex, the salty smell of the ocean can't go away, but I enjoy it.

Each feather shines with its own brilliance

why?

I casually looked around as I brushed my teeth on the balcony, and in response to me was the slightly yellowed washstand, the moss on the ceiling, and the prison-like anti-theft net, prison? I think yes, I'm in another prison called Shawshank, and the prisoners are me, and the warden is me.

"What are you busy with in November?"

"What is your hope now?"

"Are you destined to be in a cage?"

I looked in the mirror at the young man in the mirror who was foaming at brushing his teeth and had a few pimples from sleeping late on his phone, and I asked her.

Don't say that this young man is still stubborn, she won't say, she just closes her eyes, and then I see in her mind what can be called a Hollywood special effects transformation:

The young man became the crow she had seen in tonight's movie, flying from the prison called Shawshank to the blue sky. But she didn't fly out of the Shawshank Prison in the United States, she flew out of the Shawshank Prison she was in charge of, she flew over the gate of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in Beijing, over the lights of Shibuya in Tokyo, and finally over the azure Pacific Ocean at the United Nations headquarters in New York... Yes, you guessed it, the last place in the movie where Andy and Red really got their freedom was also in the Pacific Ocean.

Each feather shines with its own brilliance

The young man brushed her teeth and then washed her face, and when she had washed the foam of the facial cleanser on her face, she opened her eyes and saw herself in the mirror, as if resonating with Red when she was released from prison, and their eyes were light.

Yes, you are amazing, young man is myself.

The moment the curtain prologue came out, everything in my mind rushed out like an erupting volcano as I brushed my teeth and washed my face, and I walked out of Shawshank's prison.

Oh yes, after your correction, it should be that I no longer draw the ground as a prison and get out of my own cage.

Finally allow me to invite you, my dear,

Join me in digging a passage to escape from the cage.

Oh yes, after all you know,

Some birds are destined not to be kept in cages, and each of their feathers shines with its own brilliance.

(Fluorescent candle)

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