only be born from a transparent seed in the mother's womb through the young greenness of childhood, and finally grow into a
towering giant tree with branches and leaves like clouds.
Branches and leaves each have their own free will, and life has infinite possibilities since this birth.
Although there are countless branches scattered, and there are countless cobwebs and beetles hiding among them
, I always feel that the whole picture of life is always harmonious and beautiful,
its complete and grand beauty. It's enough to cover up all the broken and lost
flowers on the road, but they are just two appearances of the same life source,
two Veronicas, and two flowers that grow from the same branches.
They bring Born
in the same family with the same genes, with the same features , and with the same details Wei also aroused the same desire, but because of anticipation of the result, he withdrew his hand from the beginning of life. This choice seems to be only a small difference , and after adulthood, it finally evolved into a completely different life trajectory Poland . Wei of France finally fell down on the stage in a gorgeous aria, and Wei of France suddenly predicted such an ending, so she finally chose to give up her singing talent after sad tears. Is this a choice of life, fierce burning, or The quenching of the warmth is rushing and falling like a waterfall, or it flows slowly like a river. Whether it is condensed into the twinkling stars in the sky, or the leaves that die in spring and autumn, life is beautiful, its emptiness, its uncertainty, its existence It is a miracle in itself, irreversible, irreproducible, fleeting, without trace
I often have a hunch, I always feel that a certain scene seems to have experienced a long time ago
. Everything now is just a replay and reenactment of that event.
I always wonder, is it such a life that I have experienced
or have it. Another me, on the other side of the world, or in another world,
has lived for me once, exploring and rehearsing for me, but I don't know it
. Choose another road
, then maybe there is another person in the world who has chosen the road that we have never set foot on.
Maybe, it is the death of Wei in Poland that makes the life like Wei in France.
So when a doll is broken , the other doll can continue the trick
, or the other self is just a phantom in our hearts, the slough of the snake left after our rebirth,
we let the past with broken legs die, and bury the
new self that died in our place. Only by breaking the cocoon into a butterfly and reborn from the ground is like the French Vie
when she put her hand on a tree trunk.
I think it is a kind of revelation from the origin, but it is also a new realization
, he is not so much a director as a master of philosophy.
He thinks through the lens, and also arouses the same thinking of the viewer. He
explores the loneliness and joy of man and God, man and destiny, man and
lover, our destination and death.
You are rowing in small wooden boats, because you are eager to hear my singing, follow the raft full of my voice and sail to the other side
. But please return to your own familiar homeland, and don't follow me to risk drifting into the vast ocean, lest you lose me and get lost
I want to cross that An ocean that no one has crossed, but I have the goddess Minerva blown away, I have the nine muses piloted by Apollo, and the
nine muses signal the Ursa to guide the direction...
We are pulled by an unknown force for life
Through the dark and boundless ocean of life, but we are always accompanied by the gleam of thought
We are grass and sand,
but our love will not
die, so our soul will not die
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