When I bought the movie tickets for "Jurassic World 2", I found out about the schedule of "A Feifei", and I thought something went wrong.
As a person who lags behind in information and is stingy with his feelings, he is not a fan of Wong Kar Wai, he is not a fan of any big name in it, and he does not go to niche literary films by himself. These are beyond my comfort zone. matter. Instead, I'm used to watching movies with slow rhythm and a lot of lines in a movie theater, in a cafe where movies are shown, or in a movie channel that is switched at will in the middle of the night, in a state similar to being imprisoned. . Some movies are not in a hurry to watch, they will meet one day anyway.
"A Feifei Zhengzhuan" was released just right, and even every noise was just right.
As soon as time and space are reversed, you withdraw from yourself. Those that have been forgotten for a long time, such as doing nothing, such as love, not wanting, empty, etc., such as slumped and looking at the light outside the window, such as the heavy rain in hot flashes, have reappeared. It turns out that there is still unspeakable literature and agitation under the middle-aged body. If such unaffordable feelings were realized on weekdays, it would be shameful, but after being soaked in an old movie, it briefly returned to the soul.
The boy playing the guitar next to you starts to screech, and the girl who listens to the midnight music radio station only has success in her book list, and Leslie Cheung is still Xuzi. Fragments rolled up in your memory suddenly flashed again and again, a misty morning when you just woke up all night for a walk, or a late night when you climbed to the seaside reef to watch the moon, it has nothing to do with anyone, these sound and light sounds are the torrent of your years. The traces chiseled, the lost ones cannot be recovered, but they are reminded that they cannot be forgotten. When you are playing MMA with your life with a ferocious expression just to take a breath, when you look up, you find that there is also a legless bird that can dance in front of a mirror in a small room. Who else can wither and wither but let you see all kinds of tenderness in your heart, and only the young self that mirrors the movies from twenty years ago.
Can you hold back your tears while listening to "jungle drums" in the car the next day at work?
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