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Garnet 2022-03-20 09:02:13
Feel the moment of life while holding your breath
Tarkovsky's films are slow, and time becomes thick and delicate. It will make people feel the unfathomable depth of life between long stares and start thinking, speculating, and imagining. The viewer also becomes the silent person in the play, experiencing different experiences and situations with...
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Geoffrey 2022-03-23 09:02:34
Mirror
Parents should pay attention to family education
Parents are their children’s enlightenment teachers, and children are most likely to imitate their parents’ words and deeds. Only by organically combining family education and school education can they receive the best educational effect. In the...
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George 2022-01-07 15:52:59
Black and white colors separate the past and the present, dreams and reality, and also convey the state of Lao Ta's perception of memory. With the help of father’s poems to express emotions and use the same actors to play different roles, the mirror has become a medium that symbolizes the collage of scattered and trivial life. Facing the reflection of the mirror, everyone’s childhood memories are given a quiet and poetic flavor. , Turned into an eternal nostalgia in the breeze blowing wilderness|If loneliness has been danced together, who would return. (9.5/10)
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Dane 2022-03-25 09:01:14
"Mirror" is an experience of being visualized. Have you ever had such an experience, standing in front of a mirror and staring at the other side when you were young, and an uncontrollable torrent of consciousness rushed through your mind in an instant. Memory, reality and fantasy, past and present intertwine. In actual operation, the result of this experience often leads to no solution, but at the end of "Mirror", I chose to stare and watch from a distance, which is the realm of the tower guide (shivering.jpg)
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