兩個小時的電影，螢幕上始終如同蒙著一層藍灰色的薄霧，像極了那個時代的陰霾。

可是，在敘事的時候，導演超脫了，這種冷靜的甚至於殘酷的態度令人毛骨悚然得甚至要懷疑導演的動機；沒有惋惜，沒有同情，連悲憫都沒有，甚至對於死亡，都是淡漠的。但或許正因了這份冷靜，才多了這許多震撼。一部好的電影，應該不僅僅是讓人看到表達的衝動和誠意的，如果止步於此，只能證明它還不夠成熟，不足以表達。

對於我們這輩人來說，文革或許不過是留存於只字片語間聊以表達人文關懷的意象罷了，我從不相信感同身受，沒受就是沒受，縱使再充沛的情感，再真誠的意愿，也不外乎是種一廂情願的徒勞。然而，在這裡，我看到了至為可信的傳達，正是因這這份冷靜與克製，沒有包含過多的立場和態度，讓你看到導演想要客觀表達一個時代的良苦用心。這種情感上的退讓，無論是出於憤怒盡頭的情感沈澱，還是習以為常後的冷漠淡定，都能使恐懼浸入我這個局外人的骨髓，難以自拔的葬身於極度的寒冷中。某些表達出來的爆發的情感恰恰不如那些看上去陰惻惻的敘述來的動人。

這種冷靜的瘋狂更是契合了那個時代的瘋狂。整個世界被置於一種不能被你所左右的費解的規則中，順之者昌，逆之者亡，人物的命運就如同孩子手中的藍風箏，充滿了宿命的無力感。任你為人勤懇，抑或功勛卓著，一夜之間，這種規則翻手為雲，覆手為雨，而你不過是在鼓掌之間，這時，真實和美德都顯得蒼白。可是你不能反抗，對於這種激進的革命，任何作為都顯得溫和而隱忍，既然不能在爆發中壓倒對方，索性於冷靜中等待，你知道的，我們唯一的勝算便是時間。

隱忍的瘋狂，如此動人，讓你覺得就缺一場爆發。然後在你這裡，得到圓滿。這種電影的完成，勢必是在要等被觀看後的，因為對觀眾情感的策動，才使這場作秀足夠完滿。

    From starting point to the terminal point, the distance during that time is in the way.

    Feel the life is always on the way. Just like the migratory bird, always fly to the north from the south, flies to the south from the north; Just like the spring, always flow into the sea from the stream;

    Just like the flowers and plants, it is always long to summer from spring, from Xia Chang to autumn.

    Since leaving the starting point, the life is always on the way. In the ways of the time and space. And no matter would rather and unwilling, always day by day close to some unknown terminal point that can know.

    It has flowers to wither that there are flowers and is in bloom, always there is the sunset to have the sunrise, there are starting points as having the terminal point, this is very natural. Every concrete life is unable to escape this misfortune too.

    But for some concrete lives, seem to set out in order to arrive, it seem pay have by result soon,then must by course last long wait, always become the greatest suffering and helpless of the life on the way.

    Is it really so really so important to but reach? Is the destination really so beautiful? It perhaps will to wait for be a kind of suffering, but are there the lives?

    The aqueous vapor go to the sky to perhaps becomes the rainbow, the pupa perhaps becomes butterflies after reaching the end of the life. But not every arrival and terminal point are ultimate and brilliant. The terminal point of the flower is to wither, the terminal point of the road is an impasse, the terminal point of the life is usually death.

    Even if the aqueous vapor becomes the rainbow because of arrival of the air, even if the pupa becomes butterflies because of reaching the end of the life, theirs is that go through certain transformation and course of changing in quality separately, just turn the rainbow and turn pupa into the butterfly each too. It is the course that has accomplished their final beauty.

    Course all have essential function that can't be replaced on any life entity, we can even say, the course is the life.

    In a sense, the life is really the intact embodiment of pieces of course, or the concentrating of the countless trifling matters of everyday life. And the terminal point is just the demarcation line of the life, used mainly for residing and showing the finishing of the life entity, it may form distillation of the life, but never will be a purpose of the life.

    But life, we are often spending, and the brightest hope will be placed ultimately. Like most beautiful scenery being only on the other shore, and this bank is only a kind of transition, it is a section of voyages of reaching some place, we often ignore the scenery of this, it is always in other places to get used to life.

    Certainly to the beautiful ultimate hope every one must receive surely, but life does not have these only, there shouldn't be these either. Live, it can't be only brilliance which pursue instant and a certain mission of completion either, or catch a distance in order to go to a certain place. If it is for dying to grow, just as the flower is just in full bloom for withering, such a life, how greatly does existing meaning have?

    The life is not simple hurrying to the inviting of death, every high-quality life, or there is life of the high-quality hope, must all probably be content with the way at first.

    Because life is not always in other places, the life is only the life in the way of the life. Just like the migratory bird, only fly to the north from the south ceaselessly, flies to the south from the north, just form its all one's life's migration; Just like flowers and plants, want, reach how many seasons regard as value of realizing.

    The most scenery is always on the way in the life. The life is mainly for the experience. Just like the migratory bird, migrating ceaselessly is for going through the trials and hardship; Just like the spring, no flows in order to go through crossing and rise and fall stopping.

    Though the concrete experience always seems so trifling, so ordinary, so long so pestered beyond endurance, however, it is they that form one true excellent life exactly. This is the most precious state of life, the life that every one is content with the way will enjoy life to the limit.