可能有了解些美国人文会更有共鸣。因预告中女主强大的魅力看了这部电影。优质剧情片的几点，都算被打勾了：精彩的故事，富含意味的台词，演员细腻的表演，以及出色地引导剧情发展的拍摄表达手法。故事放在电视剧，必定为狗血，因为需要细化细节来撑起足够的长度；而电影，则可以做减法，不用直接点明一切，以出色的叙述方式而非语言方式，就能让观者恍然大悟；而在电影领域对比，则是需要靠情节、台词、表演撑起长度，而片中一开始的人物设定，就完美地推动着剧情一步步地深入和从表面转入内在的探究。所有人物都一次性地展现，并各司其职地达到平衡，而后逐步推向高潮时，打破不平衡而产生各种戏剧性火花，但当水落石出，再次回归平衡以结尾。剧情铺垫和台词设计都做到极为流畅舒服而内涵丰富。确实感觉到了什么，却不是那些能写下来的感受总结，而是只能用内心意会的思想烙印。剧情细节才是整部影片最精彩而值得回味的，而非可以被概括的剧情。

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影片中穿插了一些女工辛勤工作的黑白照片，应该是反映了天水围的底层劳动妇女的艰辛。女主角宽姐就是早早辍学，供养弟弟们完成学业，让弟弟摆脱了天水围第一代移民的贫苦的生活。弟弟们离开了天水围社区，也没有断绝和姐姐的联系，忘记姐姐的恩情，准备资助宽姐的儿子到国外留学。女主角宽姐一家母慈子孝、兄弟和睦、尊老爱幼、其乐融融的场景，更加反忖出阿婆一个人无人奉养的凄凉晚景，但是正因为宽姐的大爱改变了阿婆本该悲凉人生的命运轨迹。在中秋之夜，宽姐放弃了和母亲、弟弟们团圆的机会，带着儿子阿安和阿婆一起过了一个团圆节，给予阿婆一个温馨的家的氛围，给了阿婆最需要的家庭的温暖，让我们感到浓浓的人情味。影片没有炫目的视听效果，放弃了所有的煽情段落细节，用最简单的手法，叙述了香港天水围社区的普通民众的故事，涉及到学生成长问题、单亲家庭、孤寡老人养老等问题，本片并没有将这个香港媒体所描述的悲情社区天水围扩大化，而是在整体上给人们的感觉是平淡不失感动，有着淡淡的人情味的温情故事。让我们懂得了最平淡刻板的生活却能带给我们最美的感受，最真实的感动永远源自最平凡的生活。

大山里走出来的孩子多不容易。家境的贫寒、眼底的怯懦、世俗的眼光、机会的渺茫……顺子，却在一声声“加油”中做到了！

顺子有长跑的天赋，她的耐力、不服输的劲儿让她在家乡大理云龙县小山村里脱颖而出，从此一步步慢慢跑出大山，跑向县城，冲出亚洲，走向世界……这条长跑之路走得很艰辛，幸得姚老师的伯乐识“马”，幸得家中长辈爷爷的远谋长虑，幸得父亲的回心转意，幸得张教练的赏识栽培，最要紧的是她身上那种自强不息、永不言败的精神，是她那颗一直追逐梦想的心。那颗心不畏过往，不断向前，不停奔跑，也时刻牵动着观影人我的心——眼泪不时溢满眼眶，身体不由地绷紧，尤其听到身后一声软萌萌的奶音，跟着电影情节喊着，“顺子加油”，我不禁破涕而笑，这应该就是力量！是顺子带给我们的！

我是最不擅长跑步的，无论是长跑还是短跑，回想起来我的学生时代，运动会最常参加的项目是铅球，关键还永远扔不过第一根线，其惨状可想而知。于是，我对爱运动的人总是佩服有加，感觉他们身上有种活力，动起来的他们是发光体，浑身洋溢着自己的热爱和坚持！

我相信，正是这种热爱和坚持成就了走出大山的顺子，我们也能从中窥见自己的影子，学习中的、工作中的、奔波中的，小憩中的、沉睡中的、疯玩中的……当我们在沉浸，在享受时，心底也一遍遍响起，“追梦人，加油！”

（片中和片尾念到的Charles Bukowski诗作，觉得非常美。找出来分享。）

Either peace or happiness,let it enfold you

when I was a young manI felt these things weredumb, unsophisticated.I had bad blood, a twistedmind, a precariousupbringing.

I was hard as granite, Ileered at thesun.I trusted no man andespecially nowoman.

I was living a hell insmall rooms, I brokethings, smashed things,walked through glass,cursed.I challenged everything,was continually beingevicted, jailed, in andout of fights, in and outof my mind.women were somethingto screw and railat, I had no malefriends,

I changed jobs andcities, I hated holidays,babies, history,newspapers, museums,grandmothers,marriage, movies,spiders, garbagemen,english accents,spain,france,italy,walnuts andthe colororange.algebra angered me,opera sickened me,charlie chaplin was afakeand flowers were forpansies.

peace and happiness to mewere signs ofinferiority,tenants of the weakandaddledmind.

but as I went on withmy alley fights,my suicidal years,my passage throughany number ofwomen-it graduallybegan to occur tomethat I wasn't different

from theothers, I was the same,

they were all fulsomewith hatred,glossed over with pettygrievances,the men I fought inalleys had hearts of stone.everybody was nudging,inching, cheating forsome insignificantadvantage,the lie was theweapon and theplot wasempty,darkness was thedictator.

cautiously, I allowedmyself to feel goodat times.I found moments ofpeace in cheaproomsjust staring at theknobs of somedresseror listening to therain in thedark.the less I neededthe better Ifelt.

maybe the other life had worn medown.I no longer foundglamourin topping somebodyin conversation.or in mounting thebody of some poordrunken femalewhose life hadslipped away intosorrow.

I could never acceptlife as it was,i could never gobbledown all itspoisonsbut there were parts,tenuous magic partsopen for theasking.

I re formulatedI don't know when,date, time, allthatbut the changeoccurred.something in merelaxed, smoothedout.i no longer had toprove that I was aman,

I didn't have to proveanything.

I began to see things:coffee cups lined upbehind a counter in acafe.or a dog walking alonga sidewalk.or the way the mouseon my dresser topstopped therewith its body,its ears,its nose,it was fixed,a bit of lifecaught within itselfand its eyes lookedat meand they werebeautiful.then- it wasgone.

I began to feel good,I began to feel goodin the worst situationsand there were plentyof those.like say, the bossbehind his desk,he is going to haveto fire me.

I've missed too manydays.he is dressed in asuit, necktie, glasses,he says, 'I am goingto have to let you go'

'it's all right' I tellhim.

He must do what hemust do, he has awife, a house, children,expenses, most probablya girlfriend.

I am sorry for himhe is caught.

I walk onto the blazingsunshine.the whole day isminetemporarily,anyhow.

(the whole world is at thethroat of the world,everybody feels angry,short-changed, cheated,everybody is despondent,disillusioned)

I welcomed shots ofpeace, tattered shards ofhappiness.

I embraced that stufflike the hottest number,like high heels, breasts,singing,theworks.

(don't get me wrong,there is such a thing as cockeyed optimismthat overlooks allbasic problems just forthe sake ofitself-this is a shield and asickness.)

The knife got near mythroat again,I almost turned on thegasagainbut when the goodmoments arrivedagainI didn't fight them offlike an alleyadversary.I let them take me,I luxuriated in them,I made them welcomehome.I even looked intothe mirroronce having thoughtmyself to beugly,I now liked whatI saw, almosthandsome, yes,a bit ripped andragged,scares, lumps,odd turns,but all in all,not too bad,almost handsome,better at least thansome of those moviestar faceslike the cheeks ofa baby'sbutt.

and finally I discoveredreal feelings ofothers,unheralded,like lately,like this morning,as I was leaving,for the track,i saw my wife in bed,just theshape ofher head there(not forgettingcenturies of the livingand the dead andthe dying,the pyramids,Mozart deadbut his music stillthere in theroom, weeds growing,the earth turning,the tote board waiting forme)I saw the shape of mywife's head,she so still,I ached for her life,just being thereunder thecovers.

I kissed her in theforehead,got down the stairway,got outside,got into my marvelouscar,fixed the seatbelt,backed out thedrive.feeling warm tothe fingertips,down to myfoot on the gaspedal,I entered the worldoncemore,drove down thehillpast the housesfull and emptyofpeople,I saw the mailman,honked,he wavedbackat me.