I always want to write something, otherwise I feel sorry for such a good film, but I also feel that what I have written is too superficial to write one ten thousandth of the wonderfulness of the film When I took a magnifying glass and magnified what I saw myself The truth does not exist, and the truth disappears from the moment it occurs. This is my own philosophical view. Sometimes as we continue to explore, we will get closer and closer to the truth, and sometimes it does miss a thousand miles. What is the truth? It's like if you ask a person what he is, you can see the human body when you look at it with a magnifying glass, microscope, and x-ray. You can also see his thoughts when you talk to him about life. Then he threw the money on the table and left the table in anger. You looked at the surveillance and suddenly realized that you had misunderstood. He didn't know that it was because he had a bigger buyer behind him. The bigger buyer actually controlled his family and he had no choice but to do it. Can such a reversal continue to be written so that the truth can withstand endless magnification? Is the magnified truth still the truth itself? A photo zoomed in countless times is like an oil painting and an invisible tennis ball. What's the difference? When I finally wrote about tennis, I suddenly thought of the oranges in "Burning". You said tennis doesn't exist, so what are they playing? You say oranges don't exist, what is it that makes people salivate? What if I said good oranges are the ones that make people salivate?
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