When I look at it, the cute little boy can’t help but reminds me of my nephew, so learn to understand the world in which the little boy grew up, learn to understand him and treat him better, one day I also met a little boy in my life, of course, there is another one. Little girl...
Some people say that this style of painting is simple, but in fact it is not simple at all. Whether it is the use of lines, the combination of colors, or the combination of geometric figures, they are all super-professional, because the production of clothing and boys have been weaving. The colored piece of cloth that I produced makes people think that it’s not always true that someone in the production team understands costume design.
He used the technique of direct narration, flashback, interspersed narration, and interspersed with each other to depict a poem like a dreamlike slow and magnificent poem.
I didn’t know how to misunderstand the information before I thought it was a Spanish work, but the style of Brazilian music that was particularly obvious in it made me very curious how could it not be a Brazilian work? Brazil’s national bird, Brazil’s cotton... even the football field, but as a layman, I would judge whether it would be a joke. When I watched the film and then looked at the introduction, I found that it was originally a work of Brazil, so I have to believe it. Your own judgment, even if it is wrong, does not matter. And the dull black square man in "Crazy Dating Mirador" that symbolizes the alienation and control of a certain mysterious power of industrial society is probably a tribute to this French film!
When I watched it, I remembered the song "If there is an afterlife", this word is really great! Tan Weiwei, whether it was the original quiet singing of a girl who quietly looked forward to a fairy tale dream, or his later performance in rock and roll, was very good, and the tear-jerking animated short film "Father and Daughter" was the same as this song, and wrote his life. Love is separated from joys and sorrows, "When we are all grown up, we will give birth to a baby, he will grow up by himself, and we will go away separately."
The rapid changes in the industry in the past 100 years, the impact of industrial civilization and agricultural civilization, a hundred years of loneliness, the little boy’s lifelong pursuit of attachment to his parents, and the encounter with the world again and again, childhood and the love of his parents. Country life is as beautiful as the sound of the flute played by father again and again, and the floating notes blend into the background of life. After growing up in the city, he was a drunk fan, hard struggle, youthful life, pursuit of dreams. He has been knitting a beautiful rainbow feather garment. When he was old, he faced the fault of the farmer with fear, and finally returned to his hometown and his parents. "The embrace is also a lifelong pursuit, father, the life portrayal of many ordinary people, and it is also a reflection of the Brazilian version of "A Hundred Years of Solitude".
When I finished reading, I remembered the collection of poems named after "My Solitude is a Garden", so I selected a few verses from the chapters, and took a group of abstract names as the title of this chapter!
I live in the apple orchard and the sky,
in the first joy and despair,
I live between clouds and sparks,
living in a growing stone,
"Who are you? Who do you choose?
Where do you face ——God, or Devil’s Abyss?"
"I don’t choose God or the Devil.
Both are walls.
Should I use one wall for another?"
My confusion is the confusion of the illuminator ,
Will cover my eyes.
My
path is farther than the path of the gods and the devil.
I straddle
in the ranks of bright lightning in my book. Straddle in the ranks of
green lightning. The songs that straddle me form a line.
I am gathering flowers, mobilizing pine and cypresses,
I love, I live,
I am born in words,
gather butterflies under the banner of the morning, and
cultivate fruits
and raindrops.
Overnight in the clouds and its rattles, in the ocean.
I gave orders to the stars, I stayed and watched,
I let myself enthroned and
be the king of the wind.
I give the years to...
I give the years to the abyss and
let it rise and fall under my mount.
I dig my grave in
my eyes. I am the master of ghosts. I give the same kind to them.
Yesterday, I give the words Delivered to them
I cried and
staggered at the loss of history , the cry fell from
my lips , I cried towards fear, and my lungs
spread the sky as a canopy.
I hope the snow fir from the valley and the years will
open its arms to me, and I hope it will protect me from the temptation of pearls and sails.
I wish I had the root system of snow fir, and
my face perched behind the sad bark,
then I would become the sun and clouds and
appear in the sky-this peaceful country.
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