Love flying fish

Alena 2022-01-05 08:01:11

Strangers meet by fate, hello and me, apart from talking about work, income, stocks, house, car, children, exalting their status, and complaining a few times about the environment and weather, it will be boring and disgusting. boundary. Similar to this, there are also some ridiculous people in this faction who do online shows and show to the air. It seems that no matter in physical or virtual, people can't escape the trap of "class", so it is easy to set and be set. Thousands of people have a poker face, and all the satisfaction and anxiety are almost pointless. No matter who, it may be so simple, thin, and flat like the Flat Stanley in a children's book, can it be sent to the world in an envelope?

Alain de Bolton talked about the issue of social classification in his new religious book. He invoked the tradition of religious Mass and advocated the establishment of an Agape Restaurent. Among the diners, there were three religions, ranked randomly, and avoided the question of identity. , Can only communicate topics close to the soul, love and evil, growth, reading, worry, etc. As a result, the person who sits touches the "person" at the core of the other party, and puts aside social ornamentation. I watched the movie "Salmon Fishing in the Yemen" (Salmon Fishing in the Yemen). There is a chief who is as splendid as a spiritual leader. He also expressed similar observations about social illness. The solution he gave was fishing. Almost silently, I could only hear the fluctuations when the fishing rod and fishing line crossed the sky, and then the water shadowed the sky, radiating in an arc, and staying quietly like Zen. The identity of the angler erases the fame and wealth of life, and people accommodate each other in inevitable silence and breathe with nature. Such a quiet, self-reliant process, simply shutting up the noise, talking side by side, and showing my heart to unrelated people, I think it seems to be a more appropriate practice.

However, Lord Chief had a problem. He wanted the salmon to parachute from Britain to Yemen, to nurse his people's livelihoods, and to stay and not travel. It was a bit of a dream about the world and the heat. Regardless of how Dr. Alfred Jones (Ewan Mcgregor), the chief scientist who undertook these projects, questioned its feasibility several times, it would be very difficult for you to raise the lonely boat and allocate 50 million pounds for a single stroke. The advantage of fishing is that it is difficult to withstand so much money. Do something else, relieve famine, help the old and the young, and so on. Is it a more meaningful idea? Then squeeze in politicians and the media, all kinds of corpse-positioned vegetarian meals, chattering, boring to the point of being shameless and capable of remote control of life or fish life, you will also doubt that the light and familiar movie routines, in fact, there is no gratifying laughter. , There is no lack of London's misty sneers.

However, if the viewer is not so eager to pour into the real dishes, and not so habitually falling into the world’s normal thinking, maybe this little story still has something worthy of love after all. It seems that I can hardly remember the prancing posture of the salmon, and the small body earns it. The subtle moment of opening the huge planet's gravity, as a person, the same jumping up action, starting from the childish age, it has been equated with relief of stress and anger, relaxation and joy. Relatively extreme, for example, the hero and heroine of the movie, Dr. Jones and collaborator Harriet, each jumped out of the original life circle. One stayed away from the stagnant marriage, and the other temporarily ignored the trauma of losing his lover. His eyesight expanded infinitely, and he was extremely close to the fish water. , Shanchuan, this is a resolute extraction, pure white washing.

There are also less fierce examples, like Dr. Jones, who really has a lot of DNA that returns to dullness-Ivan McGregor’s acting is indispensable, he shrugs his brows and furrows his brows and looks at the scientific man. It’s a dry joke, if he promotes the quality of talking, it would be very suitable for Woody Allen's film, as his wife said, there is a mortgage to be repaid, and the pension for the rest of his life is not to be missed. However, on the way home, he will take small steps, even if he is walking around, afraid to make people laugh; when he is down, he will go to his small pond and chat with a few fishes, of course, also Yes, go fishing, at that moment, his depression disappeared and he raised his eyebrows and chuckled. These are his flying fish personality. Outside of the nine nights and five worlds of self, everyone has the same kind of light. Whether it occupies the apparent unit of time, or the emphasis on it in the heart, I am afraid it is insignificant. The beauty Harriet described her mental state. She only knew that person for three weeks. She couldn't even remember her face, but she couldn't help but think about it. If we were not trapped, why not the black hole of powerful life for us? So this faint light, the little personality that is often overlooked, has become a warm coat, a healing medicine, and a little truth or hope that has nothing to do with fame and fortune.

The movie enlarges the flying fish project, forcing the protagonists to completely break free from the current situation and jump into another pool of constraints. At the same time, it also exposes that the leaping itself is not a King Kong or not bad. It is similar to being round and flat in the cracks of a class, and can be easily destroyed. For example, the sudden release of water from a reservoir. You can also say that fish will eventually return to the waters. Salmon fishing in Yemen may not be a long-term solution. People will inevitably submerge into the routine routine day after day. The gravity of the earth is stronger than the sky. But why not look at it from another angle. , I will spontaneously or consciously have the waves of my own time flying up.

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  • Dr. Alfred Jones: Did you get my email?

    Bernard Sugden: Yes. What did it say?

    Dr. Alfred Jones: Took the meeting. Waste of time as predicted. Now if you don't mind I'll get back to my work.

    Bernard Sugden: Dr. Jones.

    [holds up a document which Dr. Jones takes]

    Dr. Alfred Jones: What is this?

    Bernard Sugden: P45.

    Dr. Alfred Jones: I'm sorry. I don't, I don't understand.

    Bernard Sugden: Oh, well, a P45 is the official document given to an employee when his services are no longer required by his or her employer.

    Dr. Alfred Jones: Yes, but Bernard, this has got my...

    Bernard Sugden: Or, you can sign this letter stating that you are delighted to assign yourself exclusively to the Yemeni salmon fishing project with immediate effect. Up to you.

    Dr. Alfred Jones: But Bernard, you know as well as I do this thing is a bloody joke. Where the hell you gonna get salmon that far...

    Bernard Sugden: [interrupts and taps the P45] Just there.

    Dr. Alfred Jones: This is blackmail Sugden. This is a bloody outrage.

    Bernard Sugden: Fitzharris & Price will be paying your salary while on secondment. Almost double what it is now. I'd say that's a bloody outrage.

    Dr. Alfred Jones: Double. Can I have time to think about this?

    Bernard Sugden: Nope.

    Dr. Alfred Jones: Can I borrow your pen?

    Bernard Sugden: Yah. It's my special one with the italic nib.

    [Dr. Jones grabs it, scribbles his signature on the P45 and storms out]

  • Tom Price-Williams: Have you any idea what an outcry there'd be if the Environment Agency stripped British rivers of *ten thousand* salmon and shipped them off to the effing Yemen?

    Bernard Sugden: Well how many can you spare?

    Tom Price-Williams: None! Christ! Bernard. Anglers, they're obsessive crazies. You think Al-Qaeda are a threat, think again mate! I've seen a fly fisherman wade into a river and try and drown a canoeist just for passing by in a Day-Glo jacket. You haven't got a hope in hell of getting these fish from British rivers.