(Written on 2020-02-09)
Poems from childhood. Nostalgia is a little postage stamp. I'm here, my mother is there.
Li Wenliang passed away last night, and his favorite We Media posted a video. A man walks in a dry pool, holding a candle that is about to go out at any time. Go from one end to the other. The candle is still burning, but the man has fallen to the ground and can't get up again. All these actions are only to fulfill his promise to a lunatic.
This video is from the movie Nostalgia. Two hours of the movie, I watched it in a trance.
The rain hit the glass bottle, and the man insisted on going through the pointless door. One person saves another person from the quagmire, and the rescued person is very angry: are you crazy, I live in the quagmire. It got me thinking about a lot of weird scenarios that happened today. Lou Ye and Jia Zhangke lit the candles at the same time. The unknown man playing the trumpet disappeared into the night, into the crowd. Doctors and patients in mental hospitals are infected with the novel coronavirus.
He has faith, so he's not really a lunatic. The people in the movie said so. So people gathered to listen to his nonsense.
The fire was lit, and only the dogs were barking.
Freedom is meaningless. When a strong body and freedom of soul are given to everyone, all they do is still look into the abyss before them.
Why are the most devout Christians women? Why do people gather together to listen to madmen? Women bare their entire breasts to seduce men. The man remained indifferent. The woman showed her feelings hysterically, and the man just replied lightly: "What are you talking about?".
So the woman began to read the letter.
I will die if I don't go back to Russia.
those birch forests,
The air that childhood breathed.
I love my country.
People who have lost their faith must stand on the soil of the old days, and their hearts can be a little at peace. Their only connection to the world is the familiar land beneath their feet. In a foreign country, everything around becomes unfamiliar, and memories float in the air with nowhere to stay. The confused man said, I no longer waste time on these meaningless scenery. He didn't understand why those devout believers bowed down and knelt down, he didn't understand why the man imprisoned his wife and children for several years, and he didn't understand why the women around him became hysterical.
He does not understand all the beliefs around him, just as he does not understand his own sorrow.
The madman sets himself on fire and falls from the air. People stood there and watched it all. The dog is barking. The fire burned more and more, but the people around were silent and indifferent, just like the woman at the beginning of the story was strolling around the church in high heels, unable to understand the devout believers around her kneeling on the ground.
The man looked at all the things in front of him and finally no longer calm, he began to hysterical. He struggled on the ground in pain.
Death is not meaningless. There will always be another person walking through the steaming hot springs holding a lit candle in his place.
Later, in the depths of the night, I heard the sound of a trumpet.
I miss Dr. Li Wenliang. I love my country.
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