The "Magician" by Sylvia Qomai, a madman, talks about a traditional entertainer who has been marginalized in modern civilization - the magician. Magic is supposed to bring people dreams, but reality no longer needs dreams. In a rustic Scottish town, it seems that this is the place where magicians live, but modern civilization is also gradually eroding this place. The magician performs on the stage, the old lady switches on the light bulb, and the light flickers, just like the magician's Life, flickering and flickering, is a light bulb among many kerosene lamps, and in the end this light bulb will still age, break, and be forgotten. The car carrying the girl collided with the magician's car, as if heralding the girl as a shock in his life. The magician in the movie is more like a father. When we continue to learn from him, we can give us what we want without any effort. The world is desire, and human beings are desire. Our ignorance drives pure desire, toward Those who have long been polished by the world to disperse their desires take it. But everyone can only accompany you for a while, and sooner or later they will be separated. The girl and the man stopped in front of a group of naked models, the man let down the girl's hair and the woman's hair had grown out. The magician got on the train and left Edinburgh. When the woman returned to the hotel, she saw a sum of money and a letter. After putting down the letter, the girl walked to the glass window and looked out at the endless rain. The letter reads: "There is no magician in the world." There are all kinds of people in the film, and the director spends a lot of shots to portray those who are left behind by the times, profit-seeking speculators, sissies rock band. The beautiful island is electrified, times and people are changing, the puppets are used as puppets, and finally they are labeled as worthless, and the magician also lives on, and finally even let go of the rabbit representing his identity as a magician, The people in the movie are all struggling to live, the train catches the rail, crosses the mountain, crosses the water, and crosses the grave of the dead. Take the train again and again, where exactly is the end of the wandering? Some kind of old man, some old city, some old tradition has truly left us. As the others of the past, we stare ahead, and wait until the mountains and rivers remain unchanged, and the old people meet again, hoping to cherish them. The woman and the man left, and a gust of wind blew into the empty room from outside, blowing away the books on the table, light and shadow danced on the wall, the wings flying in the empty room were no longer appreciated, the lights in the city went out, The stage is over, someone has really left, and an era will come to an end.
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