Recently, I read the novel Cold Mountain by American writer charles fraser, and I also read the movie version of the novel. Cold Mountain tells the story of a Confederate soldier named Inman who was a deserter and returned to his hometown to reunite with his sweetheart Ida during the American Civil War. In 2003, the film Cold Mountain was released in the United States, which was well received by the audience and won an Oscar.

Appreciating a work, I prefer the form of movies to reading. For me, the two-way stimulation of vision and hearing is more impressive than reading and imagination.

I remember that in 20 17, when I finished watching Dunkirk, I once sent a circle of friends: "The real battlefield can't see blood and romance."

Of course, I have never experienced a war. Most of my personal knowledge of war comes from movies or books I have been exposed to since I was a child. I have to admit that the magnificent war scenes in books or on the screen once made me have some romantic fantasies about the concept of war. I think many people who are keen on war movies are also like this, because war movies can bring them the ultimate visual stimulation.

However, in recent years, I have come into contact with several works with different war themes from those I have seen before, such as Dunkirk, Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk, The Fall of Giants and Cold Mountain. These works aroused my curiosity about war and began to let me learn to understand and think about war from another more real angle.

When we were young, we watched war movies under the guidance of our elders, and the war scenes we saw were magnificent, and we were mainly educated in heroism. This is a very grand concept. When we don't have enough experience, it is often difficult to resonate with such grandeur.

Cold Mountain is actually ambitious. A netizen described this in the book review: "A main thread of pure love runs through, becoming a link connecting a series of grand propositions such as faith, politics, war, humanity, life and death."

What attracts me is that it never shows the audience the battlefield of bullets, but shows us the stories of small people in the background of war, such as how a soldier misses his lover, how he struggles to survive and how he fears death; For example, how women and children left behind struggle to survive in a harsh environment, and how to wait for their loved ones to return from the battlefield. ...

A detailed description like this is easy for people to immerse themselves in it and feel the same. I remember a book friend once told me, "An excellent war movie should advocate anti-war." I think this is the case with Lengshan. Through those humble and real faces, I really saw the different types and degrees of harm that war brought to every class, every group and everyone. Only when these painful details appear naked in front of our eyes can we deeply understand the sadness and sadness of "how many people fought in ancient times"

I watched Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk directed by Ang Lee last year. The film tells the story of Billy Lynn, a soldier from Texas, who was sent to the battlefield in Iraq after joining the American infantry. In a firefight, he and his comrades survived. By chance, he became a national hero in the Iraq war and was recalled to the United States with his comrades. Lynn and others were awarded the title of heroes. However, in the face of people's curiosity and incomprehension about the war, Lynn's heart is full of frustration and struggle.

One clip impressed me deeply: the reporter curiously asked Lynn what it was like to fight with the enemy in close quarters.

Obviously, the people think this life-and-death struggle is a rare opportunity and privilege for a soldier. Lynn said, "I think the worst day of my life was commended ... I'm not a hero, I'm just a soldier, and I really just want to live, just to live without arms and legs."

This reminds me of what director Xu Anhua once said: "When you are fighting, you don't feel patriotic, you just want to avoid bullets." Perhaps, any romantic war hypothesis is unfair to those who died on the battlefield and survived from it.

Nowadays, the values we advocate are love and respect, respect for every individual and respect for every life. And war is just a place that regards human life as dirt, and every individual on the battlefield can't even die aboveboard and decently.

And I think, for them, we can respect them, not by rushing to define them with "spirit" and "ism", but by trying to stare at and listen to their truest confession. ...

When I first saw Cold Mountain, the title page was Cold Mountain Road on Earth, and the cold mountain road was impassable. In the era of roaring and unpredictable gunfire, everyone is trudging and going their separate ways. More interestingly than ordinary war books, charles fraser, the author of this book, lived in seclusion with his wife and daughter for seven years, observed the changes of the four seasons and the alternation of day and night, looked up at the starry sky, traveled all over the mountain path, carved ink and ink, and then showed the pastoral oil painting Cold Mountain purely and naturally. Wet riverbanks, dense grasslands, hickory trees with oblique paths, cattle and sunset clouds, dark brown caterpillars, slugs and frogs all seem to hear the wind and smell the mixture of soil and grass in the wind, which reminds people of Thoreau, who also wrote Walden Lake in seclusion. The natural forces that blend into words are all similar. However, such books are about war and love. Not long ago, I watched a war movie "Our Father". "War will show our worst side." Firedhelm predicted this before the war. The fact is that war has been tearing and destroying everyone. From this film, we can see the destruction of human integrity by war. The temples in people's hearts collapsed in the roar of war and finally turned into ruins. In the story, the war is on the verge, Inman goes north to the battlefield, Ada is alone, and even has no time to interweave and ferment feelings, so he says goodbye in a hurry. Love is like a torch, so that there can be a glimmer of light in the long night. Their eyes met secretly in a distant and unknown place, and they tried to move forward. Before tasting the love and sweetness that he longed for most when he was young, Inman was covered with the blood of his opponent or friend, and his mind was full of bloody and painful faces of his companions. He still longs for beauty, but his heart is numb. Looking back, it's really unbearable. The long years of knowing Ada became the only link for him to approach and yearn for Qianshan's vision. At this moment, Ada in the cold mountain is also interacting with nature. The invitation of the stars and the moon is simple and pure, and it is pinned on the tree bird to alleviate all the pain. When her father died, Inman went to the battlefield. Thousands of miles away, she had nothing, from pampering to living independently, telling herself, "After so long, I know I must learn to survive on my own." Those feelings of waiting through time, those letters captured by perception, are very similar to her whispering in her ear, so kind and sincere, and they have built a bridge between each other without hesitation in this long time. They are gradually approaching and seeking upward, and the bridge has become a ladder for them to constantly explore themselves. The more stars and the sky they see. "Dear Anda: It's hard to know when we will meet again. I haven't heard about it these days, and you have become a strong woman, but it's too short to get together and love you. I wish you all the best in heaven. " -Inman, the person who loves you, even if this relationship is not really close at hand, even if the death of a life in the long history is small, it still comes from this world. It once reached the clouds, emitting subtle light and warming lonely people.

The first time I read Cold Mountain was also the first time I read a novel set in the American Civil War. I didn't expect this book to touch me a little more than I expected, and this touch was not brought to me by the love between the war-torn hero and heroine, but by a war scene that Inman told a blind man selling nuts in the first chapter of the novel, which made my heart "thump" off guard.

This is a huge battle. Inman's army occupied a favorable position before the Northern Army on the battlefield, and achieved the excellent effect of "one man guarding it, ten thousand people can't force it". In the face of enemy positions that are easy to defend but difficult to attack, the mighty teams of the Northern Army charged one after another. The result can be imagined: the Northern Army suffered heavy casualties, the battlefield was flooded with blood, limbs and arms were everywhere, and there were cries of the wounded one after another.

Because Inman's army was not as equipped as the northern army, as soon as the war was won, some people stripped the boots and weapons of the dead and wounded northern soldiers. Some people are not convinced when they see that the enemy has been defeated, so they tie the wounded who are still alive together and cut off their heads one by one with axes. The cruelty of the war was described by the author as real and shocking.

The opening part explains the background of the novel clearly from the protagonist's point of view, which also lays the foundation for the subsequent plot development. It is precisely because he has seen the desperate scenes of bloody pieces and sorrow on the battlefield that Inman chose to be a "deserter". Yes, he is a deserter on the battlefield, but he is not a deserter of life. On the contrary, he defected to "life" for the hope of life. Such a life has no smoke, no killing, no despair.

I think the author's intention in writing this novel also includes encouraging people living in dire straits to cheer up, meet challenges with passion and embrace life with enthusiasm! At least, I feel this power from this book. Of course, I personally think Cold Mountain is a masterpiece worth reading and rereading, and I will take time to watch it again. Its charm and strength are endless!