Monday Morning (2002)

Such a small town is very small. As small as a telescope can see everything; as small as the postman can leisurely look through every letter and then seal them; so small that people don't need to say hello, because they always meet. There is a man in town who does the same thing every morning, changing shoes, going out and working. On the surface, his job is a welder on the construction site, but in fact, his real job is to dream of being a painter. He painted with cheap watercolor paint, leaving a lot of white space in the sky. Like his peers in the town, he felt monotonous, trivial and insipid. He is also a bit like a young man, ready to move for his ideals. The man has a wife, and her fat body proves that she is a dutiful housewife. A man makes money to support his family, and his wife turns the money into food to support him. They know the truth of sticking to the contract, so they seldom speak. The man's father is a lonely aristocrat, his first half of life may not be legendary, but he still left elegance and sensibility to the next generation. The love in the town is insipid, the reason why it is called insipid, because there is no distance between the rich and the poor, there is no difference in skin color, as if everything outside love has nothing to do with love. Just a few strokes, until the end.