water in the bathroom in the morning. I stared at the faucet for a long time without blinking. I only stared at the faucet. It was a very ordinary faucet. The switches on both sides were a bit like an Arab man’s mustache. The water outlet is a bit like Aladdin’s magic lamp, but it’s just a bit like, the most common kind in thousands of bathrooms. No one will stare at this still life for a long time. Now I think the reason why I look at it like this, Because of the position where I was standing, the angle of the light, it was so bright and shining, quiet, exuding a texture of brilliance from the inside out, and the apple in the stream. . .
The inconspicuous thing, at a certain moment, in certain special conditions, can be so beautiful. Big Ceylon’s lens captures these beautiful
past events and makes all the side branches clear. The
doctor divorced Maybe it was because he was unwilling to leave his homeland and was abandoned by his wife who had gone to a distant place, but he still missed the pretty woman in the hard drive who was suspected to be his ex-wife; the
prosecutor understood the cause of his wife’s death, and the guilt that would never be forgiven will linger his life;
The sheriff has an autistic son. He indulges in tedious policing all day, not because of how much he loves work, but to escape the sad reality; the
village chief has a beautiful daughter, but his sons are away from home, When fighting for the welfare of the villagers, I also worried that I would one day close my eyes, and the children who could not be dignifiedly returned to the hometown to see the last side;
only the main body, the murderer who is not vicious, his past and present life, on the contrary, will be covered by clouds.
All kinds of questions are coming, but the memory of this film in my mind will be deeper. The blood-stained doctor is watching the victims' wives and sons who are far away. Why did he do this and who to protect? Lazy to go to all kinds of research and research, why bother, the director didn't tell you the ins and outs of a murder, he just told me that there is such a land, such a group of people, they survive, worry, and die.
I have seen a few Abbass. Big Ceylon's style is very similar to him. They are close geographically, and the folk customs are roughly the same. They rarely scream hoarse emotions. They are all good at speaking in a calm and indifferent bystander tone. Out of the chaos and unfathomable destiny, the real bystanders, like us, look at me stupidly, and suddenly find beautiful, indescribable beauty, like "Where is my friend's home" 》The little flower caught in the homework book, like the apple that goes down the river,
I learned the ultimate beauty of "accidental state", quiet and thrilling, Big Ceylon helped me open this Orifice.
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