After watching the movie, I stared at the poster for a long time, trying my best to recall the feeling when I saw it for the first time. The two minds outlined by cold lines are minimalist, rational and secretive. At the time, I had a vague feeling that this film was not to my liking. Facts have proved that my feeling is correct. As the issues discussed by them continue to deepen, the high-density thoughts collide and merge, and the hearts can be heard happily, and the heart is agitated, but it is obvious that the brain is not enough to keep up with the rhythm. , something profound cannot be dissolved. Just like the title of the book "Endless Joke" written by this famous writer, his life is permeated with endless desolation and compassion. He is big, slovenly, and looks a little dull, and lives in a very remote town with two dogs. He likes to watch TV, and the vulgar blockbusters can make him concentrate and watch with relish. But he was always afraid that he would be trapped in it and wasting time. He sees writing as raising children and is very careful, he feels proud of his work, but expects to profit from it. He wanted to use his book tour to attract women, but he just wanted to share these wonderful things with people. His talent and achievements brought him extraordinary praise, but he hated the loneliness behind the glitz. He can't enjoy happiness in the blurred vision, and he doesn't want to endure loneliness in the cold reality. Thinking of the young man in the movie "Survival in the Wilderness", at the last moment of his life, he used all his strength to carve a sentence on the wooden board: Sharing happiness is the real happiness. They are all facing and solving life problems in their own way. Just like the perched lone eagle, you can choose to face the sunset to watch the tide and sunset, or keep slapping the coast and struggling in the lonely abyss until you are suffocated. Going to look at the poster again, the eyes are clear and bright. A tape recording a life intersection of two young writers. An intriguing journey, the two heads rotate out of different thought trajectories, and outline two independent and complete spiritual outlines concisely and vividly. The lines of thought are tangled and twisted like a labyrinth, and they are drawn in the brain like two strange black flowers. Suddenly I discovered that the source of the big writer's thoughts was closely connected with the pair of discerning eyes, focusing on everything he saw. At the end of the journey, he returned to the white countryside and fields, imagining the green ocean with ripples in the spring when he returned to the earth, heading for a deeper loneliness. I looked at the poster, and the echoes swirled out of the tape, stretching upwards, the mind and spirit constantly being pulled apart and raised—
In the place of radiance, there is endless blank space.
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