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Olen 2022-04-19 09:02:31
a way to freedom
" | , the one on the left that no longer flashes is the corpse of the cursor." - Postscript
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In my impression, the last time I went to the zoo was in 2019, with the chicken driving and Jessica. In the Qinling Wildlife Park, the hippopotamus I was most looking forward to was pacing back and forth in...
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Dannie 2022-04-19 09:02:31
Like the light in my head when I look into a mirror
Tarkovsky is very good at writing poetry through the lens, like poetry, with beautiful intentional subjective expression, without explanation or discussion, only statement. He doesn't seem to be telling a story, he seems to be talking to himself in front of a mirror, he is showing the most...
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Muriel 2022-03-26 09:01:09
"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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Curtis 2022-01-07 15:52:59
Naturally it is a temple, where there are living pillars. Pedestrians pass by here, through the symbolic forest-Baudelaire
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