These days have been very depressing.
The work is not what I like, and I have to endure the pressure of the work environment caused by my overly sensitive nerves every day.
Feelings, hehe, are like shit. It was promised that they would get married in April next year, and it really fooled the public like April Fool's Day. Looking back at the marriage, material reasons account for most of the pages, and at the end a little bit of pitiful love is also filled with endless quarrels in the car because of possessiveness.
Life is aimless. More than a year after graduation, I still feel young, but I began to pay homage to the passing away, and my body was wrapped in an old-fashioned mist. Every day, my body is running around, busy and having fun, but my mind is empty and said: Life is like a chocolate in a box... You can hear the echo of sigh.
I watched this movie under such circumstances.
After reading it, I felt surprisingly calm. Haven't been so peaceful in a long time.
I didn't feel that I was shocked, but it felt like a confidant who understood me gently tapped my heart and said: It's okay, everything is a cloud.
I haven't been comforted like this in a long time.
The environment design of the film strikes me as ironic and resonant.
The isolated island under the bridge is so close to the crowd, yet so unobtrusive.
The director seems to be engraving our hearts, everyone is isolated and helpless, but it is not so lonely. Obviously it feels easy to return to the crowd, but he is closed by some illusions.
The typhoon in the film is like another misfortune after our rare happiness. Life is so fair, you have to give as much as you get, but you have to give first if you want to get it, so giving is always one more round than getting.
The male protagonist started a self-sufficient and primitive life, but he was surrounded by modern civilization in various ways. Yes, no matter how we survive and experience, no matter how extraordinary we are, we are all destined to not be infected by the times. To escape is a dead end. Not many people died along the way. Because our souls have long been captured.
If the heroine amazes me, it is better to say that the director's vision makes me feel terrible after the whole movie is over. Gorgeous to terrible. The director's focus is too modest, so that we accept his gorgeous giving.
The hostess presses the frequency of the mouse, sleeps in a bubble plastic diaphragm, a hard helmet, and a robot doll. . And finally ran to deliver a letter, but only a smiling hello. I am so happy to see that HELLO.
get off work. Write again tomorrow.
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