In the postgraduate entrance room of the Beijing Film Academy of World War II, the land was flat in the past 20 years, and a projection was squeezed out to read the film. On the left side of the seat after arrangement is the wall-mounted TV built in the house, which is old and gray. When you get up, you always knock your head, and on the right is a pile of books to ensure the height of the projection. I shrank in the half-meter sofa in the middle.
Adrianne. At the end, Rocky shouted, and I usually shed tears. Rocky’s deformed surroundings flashed through his mind, his girlfriend lacking love, supported him by a gang, and his friend was mentally unstable. So he was very fond of him, and his seemingly normal personality was destined to conflict with himself and would not be consummated in the future.
I still don’t intend to think about whether I’m similar, a rational thought of crying has already been brewed, and a thousand thoughts are mixed into my mind for a time, I can’t understand it, I just want to
Why did I see such a good-looking film? The details and environment settings made me believe in the story. Rocky feeds a tortoise and writes down the loneliness.
I think there is only one kind of love, and that is to be changed by the loved. Only in this way, the loved one will become a part of you, and people will only be selfish. Love is its own cause and effect.
Most people live in the silkworm house, indulging in the happiness of nothingness. They always feel emptiness after laughter, which is evidence and pursues it. I have no intention of criticizing a certain kind of life, I just regret that there can be substantial pain in the world, a kind of happiness that can't be laughed out of.
Fortunately, I am in love with the movie, so I can see this film, so I can be full of tears, so I can see beyond the silkworm house. I'm very fortunate that my friends say that I have changed since I started studying movies. So I seemed to touch the ecstasy described in the book. My throat and tear ducts were touched by themselves. After more than ten years, I cried, crying like a new child on the ground, instinctively and hard. My only reason understood that this was crying with joy, so I laughed again. Laughing is the ridiculousness of laughing at yourself, and it is also a sincere rejoicing. Laughing can't stop crying, the more I want to stop, the more I cry. Like in the book, an unspeakable religious experience. Simply put, even if I die now, I have nothing to regret.
Adrianne, Rocky is still shouting, for him the crowd around is not deformed, because he doesn't care anymore, the crowd is just an existence, and the ecstasy is only in Adrianne!
I studied movies before, purely to escape the ordinary. Now, I think I have also found Adrianne who I can shout.
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