I inadvertently watched the headline recommended movie "Passing Zhaoguan", which may be a niche movie, I didn't even have a little impression, but the Douban score is indeed very high. With an attitude of trust in Douban, I watched this movie and felt a lot of emotions.
In the summer, seven-year-old Ning Ning was sent back to the countryside and cared for by his seventy-year-old grandfather Li Fuchang. Li Fuchang accidentally got the contact information of an old friend, who had a stroke and had little time. He decided to take his grandson with him, ride a motorcycle tricycle, and go to Sanmenxia thousands of miles away to visit his old friends. The film uses the metaphor of "passing through Zhaoguan" to refer to life, after passing Zhaoguan and Tongguan, after passing Tongguan and Shanhaiguan Jiayuguan. Life is like passing, and it is difficult to pass the pass.
The film begins with the grandson being sent to his hometown, and then ending with the grandson being picked up from his hometown, but the unwillingness to come to the end at the beginning is in stark contrast. The little grandson accompanied the grandfather on this road to hear a lot of things, the young man fishing by the small river was in debt and did not face home to see people, the grandfather told this young man a story: in the past, two brothers were sent out by the father to mow the grass, the younger son was lazy and greedy to play without cutting the grass, afraid that the father would blame the brother to steal his grass, the old father was grumpy and couldn't help but say that he slapped the eldest son in front of the eldest son's wife and children. The eldest son was angry but drank pesticides to commit suicide, the neighbors took him to the hospital on the way to the people were out of gas, the old father also hanged himself within a month, the eldest son's wife remarried someone else, leaving two lonely children. The younger son originally had no face to live, but he had to raise his brother's two children to grow up and endured humiliation and survived, but he never said a word to anyone after he hit it, and later became a mute. What the old man meant was that the things of the world could not be demanded, just like the fish in this river, if there were no fish in this river, it would not be there for a lifetime. Whatever you have to see and face, there will always be gains in taking your time.
Later, I met a truck driver, the driver's car was broken on the road and reached out to stop the car, the road came and went but no one was willing to help him, the grandfather borrowed the motorcycle from him to buy parts, he was willing to take the old man along the way to rush. He told the old man that once his car fell into a ditch and overturned, he called for someone to push the cart, and a person from a village helped him push the car out, but snatched the chicken that ran out of the car after the car overturned, and since then he has never trusted strangers. At night, when they encountered people who were killed by the crash, the wife and children of the deceased placed coffins on the side of the road to ask for money from passers-by, the driver felt that they were liars, but the old man gave them fifty yuan. He told the driver: People are not necessarily liars, there must be no way to encounter difficulties, why should we living people see like dead people? I think that truck drivers will eventually accept this kind of kindness, and their thinking will change a lot later in life.
The old man met the beekeeper in the mountains, and the two of them talked about the hard years of the past, and it seemed that they had known each other for decades between raising their hands and touching glasses. The old man once again said that life is like passing through Zhaoguan, the pass is sad but the pass is passed, and the beekeeper also said that for them there is only one last hurdle left, that is, the pass of life and death.
The old man took his grandson to wade through the mountains and ride a three-wheeled motorcycle, rushed during the day and slept in the mountains and forests at night, and finally rushed to Sanmenxia to see his old friend after five or six days. It's like a pilgrim going to Coco Ciri and going home after the pilgrimage. The old man traveled thousands of miles just to see the last side of his old friend, the old friend's Zhao Guan was close at hand, and today's meeting was the last side.
At the end of the film, the old man received a phone call opened by his friend's son, and the friend walked very peacefully, indicating that he could still see the last side of the old man before leaving, and he was very satisfied. The deceased is sudden, lamentable, like the wind rolling down leaves. The old man picked up the pen circle and went to the old friend in the old photo, and the four people in the photo had gone to the third, leaving him alone. The old man lit a cigarette, sat under the snowy eaves, and sang "Passing the Zhaoguan Pass" again.
I think I am an ordinary sentient being, my life is too short to have the old man's open-minded outlook on life, what I can remember is the most profound thought conveyed by the old man: life is like passing the Zhaoguan, the pass is sad, but the pass is passed. When something approaches it, it is not afraid to be familiar with it. The road before was indeed full of thorns, and I don't know how difficult my road will be in the future, but I think I already know how to get to my Zhaoguan.
At night, the old man and the beekeeper talked about the wine for a long time, detailing the hard years of the past. For everyone, there is their own barrier.
The truck driver smiled and said goodbye to the old man, looking at the windmill left by the child, he believed in the world for a moment.