The main colors of red and black, red blood, red and black faces, red and yellow fire, the two hammers mixed with black and red, are matched with the tone and atmosphere of the battlefield and the chaotic middle-earth of the city. A person's spiritual thoughts. Start slowly, gasp, slowly, grit your teeth, hard, close your eyes, deep, frown, tightly, wave your hands and stomp your feet, then stand up, hysterically roaring, hearty. This reveals how normal people's "abnormal" activity is? The birth of tragedy is nothing but the disturbance of foreign objects, perhaps not, but his unease. World War II took away his family, and the impetuousness of the city destroyed his lover. From childhood to adulthood, he was crammed into education, and then he was unable to control his own life. The word stop became the main theme in his thinking. Let everything stop, but "it's a dream, just keep dreaming".
The Lost Wall carries many painful themes, focusing on rationality and irrationality. Is it "a rational and refined living, or an irrational and vulgar existence"? The logical thinking contained in materialism seems to have a problem with him. Perhaps Freud's subconscious judgment can analyze the reason why he became a tragedy.
Imagery, in expressing emotion, is always full of vitality. Wild geese, duckweed, willows, wild horses, lonely boats, spring flowers, drizzle, autumn wind, yellow leaves, fertile soil, night, lights... There are too many, of course, walls. Heart wall? Unknown. But this wall, PINK FLOYD finally failed to break.
I watched the MTV of Metalica's "the unforgiven" several times, the story seems to be like this, or it's misinterpreted, three people are looking for a way, one is desperate, one is constantly looking for a way out, one has come to the road end. The last person found that only by exerting his own initiative and opening an exit for himself with an awl can he see the light. So he spent his whole life, from childhood to old age, constantly digging walls in a dark space with only one entrance. At the last moment of digging through, the second person, who was constantly looking for a way, saw the light from the entrance of this dark space, and he dragged his already aging body and quickly crawled up. That is where the light is. But, however, the third person blocked the entrance, and he didn't have the strength to climb out, so all three went.
Another wall.
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