The ending took a turn for the worse, the officer followed Ophelia to the maze and saw her muttering to the air. When he shot the girl, Ophelia touched her abdomen and her hands were full of blood. She saw the magnificent palace. Pan God came to greet her and congratulated her on making the right choice and returning to the underworld. The father and the queen reached out to her and invited her to sit on the throne.
In reality, Ophelia watched her blood drain with her eyes open in tears and lullaby.
You say this is a fairy tale? Obviously not suitable for children. The story is not a happy ending with a unified caliber, and even at the end I suspect that this is a little girl’s hysteria. You know, an inhuman father, a weak and oppressive mother, and a fantasy-loving nature are enough to make a lonely little girl imagine a world of her own, making up the plot and acting with love.
I couldn't help thinking of Doraemon. At a certain time, it was rumored on the Internet that the ending of Doraemon was: Nobita woke up and found himself lying in the hospital. It turns out that there is no Doraemon in the world. It is a beautiful story he fantasized about when he got hysteria. The trauma caused by this ending to Doraemon fans is no less than the explosion of an atomic bomb. The fairy tale was like a balloon that couldn't bear the pressure, and it broke into the night sky with a "bang".
Many people are discussing how beautiful the metaphor and grand layout of this movie are. In this movie, I saw a person wandering between fantasy and reality. Final fantasy cannot save reality. The bullet still passes through the body. The blood seeps into the ground.
The three stars originally reserved due to the discomfort of watching the movie became four without hesitation at the end.
The reflection unfolded from this is whether he is also indulging in the fantasy world and ignoring the reality.
We are dreaming, dreaming that we quit our job and travel, and have traveled to every scenic spot in the world; we are dreaming, dreaming that we will become famous, standing on the top of honor; we are dreaming, thinking about the dream come true ten years later, near It's hard to get rid of the entanglement in the inner drama.
We are playing a one-act play in our dreams. At the same time, our parents and our bodies are aging every day, cells die and divide and new cells are born. Numerous secrets are suspended in the air and fermented quietly. I don't know which one will reveal the answer to surprise you.
Chasing episodes in fantasy, ignoring the feelings of people around you in real life, missing opportunities to seize opportunities and making changes, even after bad things happen, you don’t know what went wrong, but you don’t know that it’s all accumulated and ignored. The result of changes in reality.
Those writers, poets, painters, musicians, and geniuses engaged in artistic work, who can say that they are not people who are immersed in the world they have created? Their genius has created treasures handed down from generation to generation, and it also makes them feel lonely throughout their lives, and it is difficult to gain understanding and recognition from their contemporaries.
Most people have an ordinary life-although everyone thought that he was the center of the universe, the ability to bargain is far more useful than calculus. Speaking of omnipotent greats, not to mention that they also want to eat and drink Lazard's mortal womb, the long dormancy before success is enough to kill people.
In the icy reality, eating, washing dishes, bathing and washing clothes, dealing with all kinds of good and bad relationships, and finding ways to earn RMB to ensure survival. This is what everyone does every day. It is trivial to say, but it is like a full Burn the ashes of the fireplace, light a match, and throw away a few more pieces of wood. Sooner or later it will be warm people.
Without this fireplace, would the burning fire engulf the person who wandered in the fantasy world and forgot to return?
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