When I looked at Tuscany, I remembered Sanmao over and over again, and Francis' Tuscany reminded me of Sanmao's Canary Islands. Is there always such a place in the world? A warm town, so small that everyone knows everyone, so small that everyone is a friend, and you can smile at everyone.
Outside my window, there are feasting and flamboyant fans. Sanmao once said that living in the city always feels sad and suffocating, and it always makes people breathless and uncomfortable. Two days ago, I saw an article in the school saying that this city is a huge stage, and on this stage, everyone plays some role, big or small. But precisely because this play is too gorgeous, it is easy for you, who was originally just a trick, to have the illusion that you are the protagonist, the director, and the producer. Take myself as an example. Today, I interviewed a certain political dignitary. Tomorrow, a business leader will be cordially received for an interview, but apart from the identity, no one even knows your name. Xiao Cang called to say that she worked overtime every day and was ready to resign. In today's society, our living environment, to be harsh, can only be a living environment. It teaches us to live first and then to live. Without the power to guarantee survival, there is no right to enjoy life. It seems so, so Tuscany gave us a chance to fantasize. Francis got off in the station wagon, and he was full of flowers. The tour guide holding the sunflower said, "Follow the flower!" At that moment, I started to like this lively and lovely movie.
Elsewhere, Calvino said, is a reverse mirror. The traveler sees how little he has, and how much he has never had and will never have, so he keeps walking, in fact, to find the lost future. This film is an idealized heroic dream in a tired life of the director, and poetic feelings in a surreal hard life. In this world, there may be another me, living the life I really want to live, to explore, to glory. And the self here and now, bear all the trivialities and boredom for the self in the distance. As Rimbaud said: I am confused, painful, manic, foolish, and fascinated; I hope to bathe in the sun, walk and rest endlessly , travel, adventure, and finally wandering the world.
That's why, when I'm not doing anything, I always think about escaping the city, enjoying my laziness, and being a time thief. I like to live for a few days in a place far away from the crowd. I think I am a local, sleep until I wake up naturally, eat and live with the local residents, chat with the local residents, don’t have to rush to any attractions, and walk around the local residents. In between, it was a great experience of freedom. But in a certain cottage in Fenghuang, an old man said helplessly, "It's not good here, it's very poor. The rich people come from outside." I was sitting in his low house. very dim. The green hills in the distance are still eternal under the dazzling sunlight, coldly watching the sadness and joy in this old city. At that moment, there was a sense of desolation and crampedness, and it was overwhelming.
There has never been absolute ease. No matter how far you escape, you can't escape the unease in your heart. No matter if you encounter beautiful scenery or torrential rain, it is not the beauty that is ravaging, but a certain moment. A little sound can touch a certain root that you thought. Hardened heartstrings. The rain is pouring, the ocean is the Wuzhi Mountain of the Tathagata, you are the omnipotent Monkey King, in fact, running around, you are just a monkey.
A lot of times we get tired of our current way of life, then destroy, and then flee, but where do we flee? An image that often appears in the old man's articles is that the soldier holds a spear and raises his gun towards the formation of nothingness. He can't find a target to fight, "but he raised his gun". Does this look like your life? Want to resist some, deconstruct something. But there is no target to attack, no example to follow, and when you ask your heart, your heart is empty. "How can you know the original taste when you eat your own heart"? How do you view the rules? How do you deal with the environment you are in? In fact, the so-called boredom is just being bored with yourself and not liking yourself. What you need to do is not to escape, nor to fight the formation of nothing, but to look at your own heart and clean up the debris.
"The big stage in Beijing is so easy to make the humble look noble, the cheap look luxurious, the inferiority look like self-confidence, the vain look deep, make you look like a person, take pity on yourself, make you lose your roots, forget your roots, and lose yourself. The ability to think, Xinxin joins one performance after another." It sounds reasonable, but when you think about it carefully, when you say this, it just reflects our inner restlessness. Lost is never caused by the outside world. Because the desire to indulge in illusion has lost its original intention, when there is a strong contrast between illusion and reality and it has to be confronted, dissatisfaction and pain arise. Just like Yuji in the article, when I returned to a small rental house and was beaten back to reality, I was only depressed. But thousands of years ago, Confucius said, "A basket of food, a scoop of drinking, in a mean alley, people are unbearable, and they will not change their joy when they return." If your heart is strong enough, why should you be afraid of prosperity if you are not afraid of desolation? Opening a restaurant or starting a business in an investment bank or a securities agency is just a matter of choosing different interests. How can it be said that which one is more practical and reliable? When you can really let go of everything, there is no conflict in your heart, not only no conflict, but simply joy.
In this way, in the field of troubles, scorpions and scorpions dance in empty flowers. Just like the elegant woman played by Lindsay Duncan that Francis saw at the beginning, she reflects Francis and even what you and I ideally want to be. Even if life is terrible, you still have to be confident, beautiful, handsome, not Pay attention to other people's eyes. Life is always a journey, not to mention the bright Tuscan sun, the sunflowers with strong colors.
Now, if you leave, you will leave. If you find it, there will be no time.
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