Everyone has a conscience and remembers Tarkovsky's "Mirror" Beauty is ineffable, ineffable. Paradoxically, poetry is also ineffable. If you like to read poetry, and there are things in your dreams that you can't understand but are deeply moved, then go see this movie, it's art within art. Best movie I've seen so far. Good to see I don't know how to express it. It is as if the wind crossed the hills and dreamed of the crooning of horses in the fragrance of the earth. A call from the bottom of the well, somewhere far away. The swallows had already returned to the eaves, the sunset glow was red and wet, and under the tiled house, the soil mixed with rainwater ran wildly in the people's residence. The door was blown open by the storm, my mother held me and waited for the lightning, and my deepest fears came from afar, and the dark depths murmured. I mourned for a sky when I was pulled back. Just as I was being pulled back, I mourned for a sky where you jumped off the top of the mountain, and you were met with emptiness. I should be like a horse. In my childhood, my horse was silent, quiet and loyal. I am like a dandelion seed that has been blown off, in a movie, I turned my head and saw in the wind the land that was once, the mother that was once (now its stem is dry at the feet of pedestrians) I am doomed to die, death It's always as it should be to survive. The person you thought was never who you thought you were. Only the mountain knew me. When I knelt down and kowtowed to the mountain and prayed for it to take me away, it rained in the distance, the wind was blowing, and I heard Feng's voice tweet. The hometown is far away, the homeland is not yet safe, and the people have not returned. Humans are still alive, life is exhausted, and the mystery remains unsolved. All that should always be remembered by us, turned into beautiful memories and poems, from which we can no longer speak. Good luck to Jun, I like "Mirror", a small mirror, wearing my soul in the hole, asking about my existence. My immortality is enough, because my blood has flowed through vicissitudes. - Tarkovsky, The Mirror
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