I saw this good movie yesterday and thought that it's good to share. It's been a while since I last saw a movie production that puts more emphasis on the movie itself than the profit takings. For the synopsis of the movie, please visit http://www.childrenofhuangshi.com/
It talks about a journalist who enters the battle zone of the Nan Jing war. Who selflessly cared for a bunch of orphans who didn't show the least appreciation. As time passes, the children get to learn from this journalist, to love, to care and to hope. The long lost smiles found their way back to the children, where it belongs. Then the story begins... I'm not going to spoil the story here. Go catch the movie and feel it for yourself.
Having been to China myself, I can understand why the children wanted to kill the journalist when he first came. Looking at history, people of China have developed this cage that protects them from getting hurt. But at the same time, it envelopes them from love. The natural right to love and be loved. It's very sad. It's the price for war.
You can see the contrast of this journalist to the orphans. One tries to love while the other tries to keep their emotions hidden. The Chinese philosophy goes so deep, it's sad: "Know yourself and your enemy, and you will win every battle". So, by enveloping emotions, it's harder to get hurt. It triggers by default, a self-learned self-protecting system.
Looking at myself, I realized how similar I am with the orphans. I fight my own wars. I fight to get more money, power, and recognition. I fight to get more personal time to compensate for the time spent working, at my family's cost. Since when have I learned to be so selfish? I lost sight of the purpose as I fight a meaningless battle.
It's good to write now and then. It keeps my thoughts clear. Pulls me back to see overall purpose of doing what I am doing. Releases me from the bondage of worldly traps.
It talks about a journalist who enters the battle zone of the Nan Jing war. Who selflessly cared for a bunch of orphans who didn't show the least appreciation. As time passes, the children get to learn from this journalist, to love, to care and to hope. The long lost smiles found their way back to the children, where it belongs. Then the story begins... I'm not going to spoil the story here. Go catch the movie and feel it for yourself.
Having been to China myself, I can understand why the children wanted to kill the journalist when he first came. Looking at history, people of China have developed this cage that protects them from getting hurt. But at the same time, it envelopes them from love. The natural right to love and be loved. It's very sad. It's the price for war.
You can see the contrast of this journalist to the orphans. One tries to love while the other tries to keep their emotions hidden. The Chinese philosophy goes so deep, it's sad: "Know yourself and your enemy, and you will win every battle". So, by enveloping emotions, it's harder to get hurt. It triggers by default, a self-learned self-protecting system.
Looking at myself, I realized how similar I am with the orphans. I fight my own wars. I fight to get more money, power, and recognition. I fight to get more personal time to compensate for the time spent working, at my family's cost. Since when have I learned to be so selfish? I lost sight of the purpose as I fight a meaningless battle.
It's good to write now and then. It keeps my thoughts clear. Pulls me back to see overall purpose of doing what I am doing. Releases me from the bondage of worldly traps.
