The English title of "Dong Xie Xi Du" is translated as "The Ashes of Time", which is really a nice name. What I feel most strongly is the misunderstanding of time. Of course, fate is always unpredictable, and it is also clamoring over time. Where time is concerned, behind the desert is another desert. The purpose and meaning of life, just like the life taken by Xidu, has become an oasis, an inn, and a sunset banner in the illusion... Here, all Everyone seems to be the slaves of time. Whether it is a wine called life and death, or the peach blossoms of hometown, people can feel the magic power of time quickly swallowing the self-recognition process. Different spaces are scorching in the same desert, where you can’t go anywhere, and you’re not yourself anywhere. The long yellow sand hides a kind of unreality inherent in fate, as well as a sense of dizziness that is self-hypnotic and self-illusory. Western drug reckoning is so sensible, is he alive enough to understand enough to be sober? Those people have left one after another, and they come and go in how they recognize themselves. Some people seem stupid and may not know anything, such as Hong Qi, but the simpler it is, the easier it is to get close to the true self in his heart. Xi Du seems to be afraid of wasting time, but he wastes most of his time on unnecessary trivial matters. One life is so cheap in his eyes. As for those transactions, what is the difference between one and one hundred? People end up entangled in these unimportant things, such as entertainment, such as large health care, such as various consumption and so on. We cannot take what is happening to others or what is happening now, and some of the opinions and experiences of others, as our own lives. We cannot live another life, we can at least be ourselves, open all our senses and feel our full breath. In the end, Xidu seems to have woken up tiredly from a dream that has been indulged for too long, or has successfully escaped from the ambiguity and uncertainty of too much ego trapped in fate. Even if time flies, the past is no more , he is himself. Perhaps, there is no one else in this story, only Ouyang Feng himself. Huang Yaoshi, Blind Swordsman, Er Murong, Hong Qi can all be said to be Ouyang Feng himself. One bubble disappeared, another appeared, and he experienced the life of his life. The biggest adventure - how to know himself. Regarding this, only dreams can do it, only movies can do it, and only words and all kinds of crooked things seem to be able to do it.
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