like the slow pace of winter

Jacklyn 2022-04-23 07:03:11

Sometimes it's really hard for us to understand what another person thinks, and we can't speculate without knowing it, like this movie. After reading it twice, I seem to feel that the creator wants to convey something, and I feel as if he didn't say anything, but just threw a series of questions to you, causing you to think, and as for the answer, sorry, you have to do it yourself Look for. Movies are art. A work that cares so much about the beauty of the picture and the content expressed is destined to be dull, and in the eyes of most people, it is dull. The whole rhythm is slow and slow, like everything that slows down in winter, natural and normal. Of course, there are also conflicts and contradictions in it, and this leads to some wonderful dialogues that are worth savoring. The whole movie also pays great attention to the echo of the front and back, just like the echo of the words in the article, like the echo of the clothes and accessories, with such a design, the whole beauty is presented. As for what they got in these long three hours, it's good to feel each other. This movie actually lay quietly in my marker for three years and three months before I finally watched it, which shows how serious my procrastination is. -_-|| I happened to be watching "Anna Karenina" recently, and found that the two seem to have some similarities, including the setting of the class relationship between the male protagonist and the tenants, as well as the hunting part, very similar to Levin hunting scene. Seeing the comments that he borrowed from Tolstoy, I felt right. It's amazing how I picked this one out of so many marked movies, and it's a nice contrast to the books I've read recently, or does one really only see what he cares about?

The exotic atmosphere that unfolds to us slowly at the beginning.

The peculiar landform, the ingenious workmanship, and the little people walk on it.

Some interesting conversations.

We are all kings of our own world.

Redeem this and redeem that. In fact, in the end, you will find that you are the one who needs to be redeemed the most.

Worth pondering.

But it's the little things that trap us.

Poverty cannot be the reason for your laziness and indifference. You can be simple, but you cannot lose your enthusiasm for life.

Shakespeare already knew everything. I should reflect, always talking to others about my conscience is actually my own cowardice.

classic.

Life will never go your way, which reminds me to plan in moderation.

See where the video echoes.

Leaving home and returning home, the same angle and position, only more curved ruts.

I mentioned earlier that a reader who admired him asked him for help and wanted to build a small building in Garip. On his way home, he stumbled across this place.

The beginning was the hardest. After returning home, he began to write his tome, writing about what he was familiar with. I don't know if it was a compromise of life, or if it meant a new beginning.

Let's take a look at some of the furnishings that I am more concerned about.

The decoration on the wall is actually a crochet pattern, cute.

The interior design is well done haha. Floor lamp with sofa, happiness. The artistic atmosphere is strong, notice that most of the paintings are portraits of people? I used an apple book, a globe and a pine cone on the table.

My Favorite Grandma's Checkered Crochet Blanket, ahhh

When will the long winter be over?

As the saying goes, art comes from life and is higher than life, which is the proof.

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Winter Sleep quotes

  • Aydin: Justice doesn't even exist in nature, why should it exist here?

  • Aydin: [Epilogue] Nihal, I didn't go away. I couldn't. Whether it's because I've grown old, or I've gone mad, or because I've become a different man, think what you like. I just don't know. But this new man inside me for a few days won't let me go away. Please, don't ask me to go either. I now understand nothing is calling me to Istanbul. Everything is alien to me there as it is everywhere else. I want you to know that I have no one but you. And I miss you every minute, every second that goes by. But my pride will never let me tell you this. I know very well how to terrible or impossible it would be to part from you. Just as I know that you do not love me anymore. I know we can't go back to the old days. And there is no need to. Take me with you like a servant, like a slave. And let us continue our life even if we do it your way. Forgive me.