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Jacques 2022-01-01 08:01:42
I open my eyes and look at Hongchen
Question: Whenever I see the vast numbers of beings in this vast sea of people, they are helplessly born, old, sick and dying in reincarnation, love, hate, madness, seven emotions, six desires, joys and sorrows... I am always shocked and pity for all beings. ——Sanmao's "Rolling Red Dust"
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Merl 2022-04-22 07:01:32
angel wings
"Under the Berlin Sky" is a film, an allegory, and a poem. It is so moving, profound and sad. In this film, the content of the story is no longer important, it is what it makes us feel.
An angel who walks through the world listens to the voice of human beings all day long. Although he has eternal...
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Agustina 2022-01-01 08:01:42
(8.4/10) Another presentation of the Wenders road film-about the journey of the soul. The monologue of the general public from the angel's perspective, the group of people make up Berlin's history, present, humanities and emotions, the color interweaving in the black and white images, every child is a poet, and only love can save lonely souls, pay tribute to Ozu and Truffau And Tarkovsky. Kundera: Where is the existence and true meaning of human beings, we must look for it in digressive branches.
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Harmon 2022-01-01 08:01:42
It is a quiet film, which observes the distress and sorrow of the world from the angle of an angel.
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Marion: [inner voice] Longing. Longing for a wave of love to swell up in me. That's what makes me so clumsy: the lack of pleasure. A desire to love. The desire to love!
