(a messy retelling)
said in the introduction that this film consists of several small stories, which probably all happened in Paris, and are related to friendship, family affection, love, and human nature.
The first story is about strangers.
This is a story that happened in a small town. There are old houses and walls, dark blue streets and dark blue iron railings. People wearing dark blue clothes don't know how beautiful they are.
There was a traffic jam in the town. A woman fell in the middle of a long line of cars. The first man stepped forward to help her up. A group of people came. Some of them said that he was a doctor. A man of some age, he shook the woman. hands and said she was hypoglycemic. Another man helped her into the car - the woman woke up and they chatted for a while in the car...
these are very rare things to happen in our country.
A man was talking to another unfamiliar man, he said he couldn't explain why and wanted to talk to him. He left him on the phone and left.
At this time, dark blue Paris appeared.
Later, on the subway, the same old yellow color, only a few people, a bunch of lovers, a wandering guitarist, a tourist from an English-speaking country, he is holding a tourist brochure about Paris, (such a brochure Our country has it too,) He has a paper bag with a Mona Lisa in a paper bag. The manual instructs him to learn about Paris - stop looking in the eyes of the subway - but it's too late, he sees the eyes of the woman in the couple who are intimacy, so he invites abuse and punches, but the stranger kisses inexplicably He, gave him another humiliation. The man patted the woman's butt and walked out of the subway, and even the children despised him. This was the Paris he knew.
And there are Chinese people. A Chinese woman, startled by another old western man, screamed as the apple fell and rolled down the steps.
The Chinese women here are full of temporary violence and temporary comedy, fighting, developing salons, saying I love you in French, and playing Faye Wong's songs in Chinese. A woman who is half a world model - I think she is the world model, dancing her black dress in the gaps of the tall buildings.
He watched his wife walk across the street in a red dress, swiping her fingers through the iron fence like an impulsive youth with a knife through a long wall. He said he wears a red dress all year round.
She told him stories, couples kissing suddenly in the dark, dancing Paris, she cried hurt.
He started fulfilling all his wife's wishes, texting his lover to say goodbye, and continuing to do everything a loving husband is supposed to do. Things are warm and tender, even though he is old, he can only see depression in his eyes - what depression can an aging middle-aged man have?
(I suddenly felt like I was someone who was good at retelling movies to certain people, seeing negatives of stories, picking out some of them, and telling them to people. Sometimes I retell stories a little bit, partly because of amnesia, partly because of amnesia Because of the feeling.)
Paris has hexagonal streets, wet roads, and men on horseback with guns, like cowboys. The cowboy let the woman find the child, but the child followed the cowboy.
What makes you strong.
is God.
But another middle-aged man has his joys and fantasies. He painted the Eiffel Tower on his wall, and he wiped away the sadness on his face like washing his face, and became happy. Everything about him can be imagined, imagine the cat, imagine the car starting, imagine the lover kissing, imagine the silver coins to pay... He gets happy, but he is thrown into prison, and he meets another woman full of imagination. They became lovers, imagined themselves on the street with a pair of Hot Wheels each, and galloped emotionally through a street full of cars.
Paris is full of kisses, men and open lips.
The story is only halfway through, and it's still very long.
The sound of music reminds me of China, but this is Paris.
(I don't really want to talk about this next story.)
I saw women's attractive breasts, either hidden in floral dresses or under a piece of metallic clothing. Metal is bland and tasteless. The delivery youth takes away her belt watch.
A black young man working as a garage cleaner won some goodwill from another black girl with a song, and he also played a guitar, but the black girl was gone, he sang on the street with his guitar on his back, looking for someone, until the boring white The youth snatched his guitar and accidentally stabbed him in the stomach with a knife. He was bleeding on the street corner and another black girl couldn't save him, I think he died later. The half-life of a young black man who sweeps the floor needs less than twenty achievements to finish.
But old white men also walk into the red light districts of Paris. A young prostitute was about to remove her bra in front of him, and a middle-aged woman said she had everything better, just wanted to add better. The old white man got two red slaps and a loud kiss.
He is so old, what else can he do?
Blood red like red paint. Paris has a ghost with white face and fangs. The female ghost had feelings in front of a young man, and she flew away with a rubbish-like cloth.
Paris has one more vampire.
The cemetery is full of old Shanghai-like old houses, and the cemetery is covered with twilight. The people who come in are very good-looking, the mother is full of warmth, and the man is grumpy but knows how to repent.
When you hear a symbolic life wish at work, and a blind man knows a nearer land arrives in the wished life, you…
the Arc de Triomphe in Paris is in the middle of a poor street. And the blind young man finally had his first sexual life.
Their lives were quickly made up, and there was a sadness in his blue hair that he would never see.
(But will we ever have coffee in a house that isn't our own, read the newspaper, and listen to strangers talking?)
A long-divorced couple had a glass of wine in a coffee shop and said something old In the past, they still didn't seem to know each other very well, and it was still so interesting to say some of the wishes in life. They said goodbye to each other with a kiss that didn't exist, and made an appointment to meet again tomorrow.
“Sitting there quietly, thinking about nothing, away from my work, my familiar surroundings and my life, I developed a deep feeling, felt an inexplicable emotion, or an emotion that I had been waiting for for a long time. But I don't know what, maybe it's something I've forgotten, or something I've never experienced. All I can say is, I feel joy and sadness at the same time, but more sadness because I feel myself Still alive, yes, alive. It was from this moment that I fell in love with Paris, and at the same time felt that Paris loved me too."
It was dark blue and white Paris, not gray Beijing. The strangers became familiar there and raised their glasses to each other.
I love you, Paris.
2011.5.30. YB
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