But in fact, what I want to say is "Chongqing Forest". The movie I watched tonight was just now, in the dark. I don't know why all of a sudden it seems like I don't have a clue. Was it influenced by Wong Kar-wai's bourgeois-style petty bourgeoisie? Beijing only ushered in her first sandstorm today, and then when I was talking about petty bourgeoisie here, I suddenly felt that it was absurd. I am not in Shanghai.
But, in fact, I really want to go to Shanghai to see, and indulge in the sticky sadness and incomprehension in Wong Kar Wai movies again and again, so I imagine the same tone of that place. This kind of atmosphere will not be found in Beijing, and some feelings will never be found here. Just like when I went back to the dormitory today, I rarely heard the Cantonese man at the school that I heard talking to others. When the voice came out, what a wonderful word. The surrounding things are dimmed by the similarity. In fact, there is nothing. Some people are always like that. What matters is what kind of environment they are in.
Actually, what I want to say is Shanghai. I met my younger brother during the winter vacation, so I became interested in Shanghai. I went to the library to borrow a book about Shanghai. When I had nothing to do, I was lying on the bed in the dormitory, squinting at the descriptions of Shanghai between the lines. I was sleepy, so I turned around and started imagining Shanghai. The library is tired of studying, so I pulled out a picture album of Shanghai from the shelf, a luxurious and exquisite color print, long-range, close-up, medium-range, and close-up. . Beijing, Haidian District, a university, a library, and a girl, looking at these pictures, suddenly had an inescapable longing and concern for the city that seemed to have nothing to do with her.
Because of one person, I suddenly feel that a city is alive. Just like there must be fish in a fish tank, even if there is only one, you will know, oh, this tank of water is not a tank of dead water. The younger brother will not know that he has such a magical effect in my concept. He has made the whole of Shanghai alive. It's like... my little scorpion made Dalian come alive, Ah Zhen made Fuzhou come alive, Sophie made Berlin come alive, Xiao Hei made Chongqing come alive, it's the same.
Yes, in fact, what I want to say is, Chongqing, Chongqing Forest. Within half an hour of watching this movie, I suddenly missed Xiao Hei very much, and then I began to imagine the city where she lived, and then on a whim, I went to the mailbox to read all the letters she wrote to me last year. Well, I would think this is a wonderful feeling. I just walked out of the Chongqing Forest in the movie, and then I saw a letter written to me by a girl who went to school in Chongqing in real life. Then I read her letter saying, "Last night, the sky in Chongqing was surprisingly clear, with a few stars, and the air was very like Yongding, moist and a little earthy. It felt so good." Then I closed my eyes, Just start imagining.
How comfortable it feels at the moment, as clear and beautiful as Depapepe's guitar sound in my ears, these two lovely exotic boys, I will only exhaust my imagination to give them the best feelings. A lot of times, watching is called a kind of beauty. The people you can't see are always the most beautiful, and the places you can't go are always the most beautiful, like Shanghai, like Wang Kar Wai, like Beijing three years ago, like Japan, just like Like Depapepe, like... a forest in Chongqing.
2007.4.1 in the dormitory
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