A person once met in life told me: "As long as the sense of substitution is strong enough, any song or sentence can make you cry." After leaving the studio and waiting for the bus, there was a tired and alienated street scene in the evening. Two people stood under the sunset sky, singing "what can you see on the horizon..." in their headphones. At that moment, they only saw the sky light flowing into a faint golden river, flooding the sparse traffic, and drowning the slow flow of people. , Flooded the gray-blue road, flooded the world in front of you...
When we were young, we all thought we were Frodo, believe you and I were that happy child, a special child, a sad child, a child alone, a child destined to go away; when we grew up, we thought we were Boromir. , Is a tragic and declining hero in this world, intertwined with contradictions and fears, and marching toward the stars that can never be reached; but slowly, we realize that we are actually none of us, just one of the cold sparks scattered on the ground, Relying on the light of strangers to comfort each other, quietly burning, and gradually annihilated...
Someone said: "I don't want a better world, and I don't want a more meaningful world, I just want a world that gives me meaning." Something that is hard to say and never said has been haunting my heart since my youth. Immediately later, it was almost a ghost that turned every moment into suffering. After watching the movie, I sat at the dining table, looked across the corridor, and landed in the ruined corner of the commercial building. The storefronts where the cabinets were withdrawn became several black holes, and sunlight penetrated the dirty floor-to-ceiling windows and spilled over the desolate land. , Permeated into a large waking moment of delusion and heartbroken dream... I saw a man like an athlete turning over and jumping off the escalator directly opposite the French window... Envy and excitement almost escaped from the eyes of my throat.
Even though the teeth once hated some characters, now they all become a vague and ambiguous affection. The domineering regent, the death of the eldest son collapsed his soul and took away all his wisdom and courage as a leader. He was not a stunned king, but now, he no longer cares about the life and death of anyone, and his world has escaped into the endless darkness where there is only suspicion, hatred, and waiting to perish. I understand his grief, and I agree with his fate. Faramir took over the burden of his brother, but did not receive commensurate expectations and affirmation. The sorrowful people hurt each other, and Zhongtu is deep in a large intertwined scars.
Frodo stroked the pages of the book with his mutilated fingers, and the knife wound left by Nazgur was still aching. He is no longer the happy kid in the bottom of the bag, nor the hobbit singing and drinking loudly in the Green Dragon Pub, nor the Frodo chasing Gandalf for fireworks...there's no coming back. Shire was saved, but Shire never felt saved. The remnants of the old days of a quiet life cannot calm the stormy waves in the wanderer's mind. Frodo could not resonate with anyone, he said "I was naked in the dark. There was nothing between me and that fire." Friends were very happy to see him alive, and Bilbo, who knew nothing about everything, wanted to do it again. "Touching the ring", Charles still regarded him as one of the hopelessly naughty hobbits... Only when he saw Sam did Frodo's unscrupulous smile gradually fade, as if all the betrayals of the past, Doubts, pains, and shadows of death all come to mind, even if they never actually leave
Despair and hope can be so close, the greatest friendship and the most intolerable parting can be so close. Maybe the kind Sam had forgiven Frodo, and even he fully understood that Frodo had no choice but to walk into the long night alone; however, Frodo could not, he could not forgive his countless suspicions, and finally abandoned his friends, he Can't let go of being in front of the flames of Mordor Volcano, so close to victory, and in an instant he blackened so thoroughly, almost forever letting down his dearest friend, and all the creatures who placed high hopes on him...
Even though it may not be his fault. Frodo is not wrong, Denesor is not wrong, Smigo is not wrong... Mysterious power is like a rope manipulating a puppet, leading some people to death and grief, and some people to the quiet West. It pointed some people to a new era of rebuilding order; it also ended the era of magic, and wizards and elves retreated from the shores of mankind like a tide. Humans, only humans are left, why do I not yearn for this world?
"The gray rain curtain of the world recedes, all turned into silver fragments. The white beach is waiting for us." However, I did not see the white beach, I only saw a blank cloud of tears, and for each " "Lord of the Rings" ending song "Meet in a Dream" is expected to feel angry and sad. Before going to the movie, I told people to remember to come to the theater to collect the corpses. The two "match sellers" died happily with saliva on their mouths.
Goodbye, Middle-earth. Hello, Middle Earth.
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