confront the darkness

In the evening, at a corner of the block, there was a rickety man singing. My mother and I went to see it. In the early summer, the air was thin, restless and warm, and there were some very old audio equipment, a few CDs, and a low plastic stool on the uneven concrete floor. Because the sound often stopped abruptly, the rickety man moved back and forth with his half-squatted feet under the eyes of everyone. Some words are printed on the white paper in front of the man, and the content can be seen without looking at it. At a certain moment, I turned my back on him, my heart was soft, and there were faint tears. is mercy? Or is it too noisy around? There are several coins in the broken basin. I reacted awkwardly - donate money, and then leave - 10 yuan is entrusted to my mother. I don't want to take out the door key, and I don't want to look at the crowd behind me. Standing in the corridor staring blankly at the scenery outside the window, the green is quite thick. I thought about why I didn't put the 10 bills into the basin by myself (he would say thank you anyway), but turned around and left? I have no idea about the street singing behavior of the disabled. This includes two aspects, one is out of the genuine compassion of human nature, and the other is disgust for this kind of lingering artificial begging method (I think so). The two are exactly equal. They claim to love life, to be optimistic and confident, but they are willing to show their mutilated bodies in the midst of the tumult of people, no matter how they look at it, it looks like they are showing off their wounds. But, as I said, there is sympathy, and there is also a moment of sadness, I just hope that it will not be related to this matter - I naturally do not want to accept his thanks (whether it is sincerity or frivolity). Suddenly, I think of John I watched earlier? Carney's "Once", the film is set on the streets of Dublin, the capital of Ireland, which I love. Glenn? Hansard held his guitar and sang on the edge of the night. The song was written for his girlfriend who moved to England. Obviously, Glenn's life is very embarrassing. During the day he helps out in his father's repair shop, and at night is a long and painful longing. Glenn had loose hair, an open mouth, and an amber beard adorned in a wild, beast-like form, free and domineering. For a moment of climax, the guitar sounded chaotically, Glenn closed his eyes, his head and neck lifted slightly, and his body leaned back. His engrossedness, like no one else, still makes the viewer feel the grief and loss in his heart, but he does not feel the taste of expectation at all. It is pleasing to watch. Kata? El Growa, a single mother from the Czech Republic. She sold flowers during the day for a living with Glenn on such a night wandering around? Hansard meets. In the short greeting, they glimpsed the blue sea and blue sky in each other's heart, and their love for music became their common touch point. As most reviews have written—a fresh and elegant love story—they play together, write lyrics, sit on the threshold and talk, or, at the end, kiss goodbye in the sun. One of these episodes is something I can't forget: Kata tells Glenn that the piano is too expensive, but thanks to the kindness of the sympathetic equipment store owner, he can play it for half an hour each time. So, that day, the two of them collaborated for the first time to complete the song Falling Slowly. Kata's slender fingers slid over the black and white keys, sang softly, and her eyes were soft like water. How does this feel? Elegant as a dream out of time and place. This is a gesture that an individual has when he is caught up in the experience of being completely himself, I am sure. Of course, is the director deliberately capturing the factor of poverty to make it more elegant and have a tension that ordinary people do not have? Or is she really charming? Or is it the yearning in my bones for such decadence? And so on. In short, it was because of envy in my heart that I couldn't help but be moved again and again. I read a report in Suzhou News that a foreign couple had adopted a Chinese girl who had been abandoned by her parents for 12 years. Twelve years ago, a pair of parents put their child on the bridge. Similarly, only a note was left, saying, adopt her, and bring her back to the bridge in 12 years. As a result, the foreign couple came to the bridge with a healthy girl on schedule. Faced with reporters, they said they couldn't understand being a parent simply because they were poor. In the same way, I can't understand why some people prefer to expose their own pain, disability, shame and incompetence to a turbid crowd, in broad daylight, rather than find a quieter place. , give yourself a cool gesture? Confronting the darkness, should you also keep a cherish for yourself? Same request for alms - Glenn and Kata chose the piano for half an hour - yes, that's always been my favorite gesture.