That must be the most inconspicuous face. It occupies the smallest area and hides the deepest in the shadows. A face that won't be cared about, and won't be easily spotted.
I can also trace the story behind anyone sitting face to face on the bus.
Most of them looked out the window silently, watching the tall buildings and passers-by who retreated behind them. It is the most silent posture, without space or expression.
But they must have a story, and the story is hidden behind everyone.
In such a story, there are some tears flowing in Zong Shi, and there is also a lonely laugh, just like the lonely landlady, the glass man who wraps the TV in a jacket, the love bookkeeper who records the laughter of others, the Zong He is a frustrated writer who can chant classic sentences and a silly boy who collects photos that others have torn up.
In the crowded streets, some people always have a smile on their faces and some people are full of sadness, but more people are peaceful and peaceful, hiding their secrets in their hearts.
...
This is a movie with a few meters of scenery, such as the empty subway and the bustling amusement park; this is a movie with Hitchcock's bridge, such as the camera and telescope in the rear window of the glass man, This is a movie with the style of Wong Kar Wai. You can watch the fast food restaurant helper Faye Wong sneak into Tony Leung’s room and change his life quietly. Similarly, the cafe maid Emily has a key to the vegetable shop owner. , Teasing every nerve of his fascinatingly.
Although it has so many pure colors and accordion melody, it is a movie by Andersen, Green, and children.
Emily, a child who can bring back memories from 50 years ago to a lonely old man, a child who can mail Santa Claus to any corner of the world, a child who uses words to describe a beautiful world for blind uncles crossing the road, and one for The lonely landlady sent the girl whom I was fond of forty years ago, a girl who drew a blue arrow in the park so that her lover could not catch her child.
In her camera, the cloud can be transformed into any shape she wants, and the person who is tricking her, hehe, that's terrible.
On her TV, the lines can become any dialogue she wants, and she will do her best to face people in need.
The glass man has been painting Renault A's "Lunch on the Boat" for twenty years. He said that the most difficult thing for him to figure out was the most insignificant and inconspicuous woman in the picture.
It was Emily, who was humble in life, that changed everyone's life.
In fact, she is not an angel, she is just an ordinary child.
We were all once children, ordinary children. But our ordinaryness predestined that we can only make children's stories a secret, even if there have been so many bright fantasy, but then we have to ordinary surrender to reality. In the real world, there are no wings to take us to fly, and no magic to let us ride the wind and waves, so we can only choose another life, an adult life, a life of saying goodbye to daydreams, ordinary birth, old age, sickness and death, no more Believe that there are miracles in the world, and never express kindness to strangers easily.
We were all once children, and we used to grow up full of expectation, thinking that the dreams and desires that were once fantasied will come true, thinking that the first appearance will be thunderous with applause, who knows that we don’t have Qing Mingjian nor martial arts. . As a result, the impulse to move forward is just a lonely end in exchange for each time.
Until one day, late at night, I heard Luo Dayou humming "Future Master" on the radio.
"You walked past high-rise buildings, passed those crowded people, looked at a modern city, a flash of mercury flashed up, and
suddenly remembered the distant past, unfulfilled dreams. Once people told you that you are the future. The protagonist of..."
I know that in this world, no one cares what you want to do or what you have done.
We were all children once, we all believed a lie, but when we grow up we realize that life is just a playground. Only those who have never entered will be amazed, and when you ride the roller coaster and then ride the merry-go-round After riding in the Ferris wheel and then in the bumper car, I realized that everything was nothing more than that. No matter how you choose, there have been thousands of people who have sat there, thinking that you are the only one who is brave.
We were all once children, and we used to grow wild and carefree over the years. But one day, we are tired of this role, so we tell ourselves in the mirror that you are no longer a child, and then we will plunge into the ocean outside without turning back. From then on bid farewell to Snow White and Mickey Mouse, bid farewell to the Calabash Brothers and the Smurfs, bid farewell to Transformers and Monkey King. From then on, I closed my eyes and wandered around the world, becoming my self no longer in the past.
So the love that watched the TV series Zhongshan League's oath was once dreamed about at midnight, but when I got up early in the morning, it was thrown out of the sky. I thought this was the truth of life, but I never thought that we had lost something. I lost my childhood memories, I lost my anticipated travel, I lost the light I had in the past, and the love I once believed in.
We were all once children. We have betrayed our children's lives. In the adult world, we have become more and more cowardly, and we even have to choose to wear cold armor. We stop giving because we don't want something, and we don't work hard because we don't expect miracles. We don't feel touched and give piety easily anymore.
We didn't know until the end that only someone else could find what we lost.
A child who thinks happy is to eat strawberries on his fingers and put his hands in a rice bag. A child who always holds water and rocks in his pocket.
Stubborn children who refuse to grow up, innocent but smart children, naughty and cute children.
At the end of the film, Emily and her beloved boy gallop away on a motorcycle.
The ending movement was lightly tapped on my eardrum to make a nice melody.
The past can only reappear and never come again.
A stream of heat surged up in my heart, hitting my nose with sourness. I tried hard to close my eyes and close my nose to breathe. Prevent them from hitting the eye sockets through the nose, prevent them from blurring my eyes, and prevent them from condensing into teardrops outside the retina.
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