The difference between people's realms suddenly appeared.
In her composition, she wrote the proposition that a comet collided with the earth, which is very likely to happen. Until now, I found that so many people, including Poe, who is tormenting me today, have thought about this problem. The understanding is still only at the level of scolding others as "broom stars". She wrote that the comet collided with the earth, and the earth was facing extinction, so people went back home to spend the last time on earth with their loved ones, and even those who had had conflicts hugged each other tenderly, and put aside their previous suspicions. Then what? I ask her. Enough words, she said, and the comet hit the Earth, what else? We are all going to Huangquan together. Naturally, there is nothing left, but what I wanted to ask at the time was, before the comet hit the earth, did people just hug warmly all the time? After knowing that it is over, the certain and uncertain waiting time, even if the family is sitting around the candle-lit table, the short-term and uncertain dark pressure and fear are always tight and tender. Can it be solved by hugging together? This girl is clearly writing a suspense movie with an appetite.
Well, the comet is flying towards the earth, and the speed is too fast, so people have not had too much time to react before they are in ashes, what if it took longer?
I have always liked to read powerful stories, and the competition of power between people through various means under heavy pressure is particularly wonderful, and the moment when this power is released at the end is even more enlightening. . This release can be as fraught with physical or verbal violence as Flannery O'Connor, as twisted and pitiful as Williams wrote Blanche. And what pressure can be greater than the destruction of the world? If you know the world is about to be destroyed, but how long do you have to wait? Alexandra, who was still talking about the lack of truth and the dissatisfaction of life a minute ago, knelt on the floor, his bright eyes flashed back and forth like a frightened deer, his eyebrows were twisted together, but the eyebrows were pulled high again. . "I'll relinquish everything that binds me to life, if Thou does restore everything as it was before," he said, "Just let me be rid of this deadly, sickening, animal fear!" The girl asked and then asked for this sentence, can the overwhelming fear be kept by the embankment of family affection? Alexandra, who is full of speculative wisdom, wants to dedicate her favorite Little Boy to God, just to stop the unstoppable fear in front of her.
It's just that Andrei Tarkovsky has always been so serious and dignified. The warmth that the girl believed in was transformed into religious compassion in Tarkovsky's hands. In a nearly magical way, Alexandra was redeemed in the arms of the maid Maria. For the love of spiritual belief, for this can be sublimated by self-sacrifice.
But I seem to prefer watching this group of people react when they learn that nuclear war is imminent. They were sitting in an empty room, the TV flashing on their faces, when Adelaide suddenly stood up, questioned the others loudly, and then cried and howled into a mess, each response telling their own story to the fullest, this At that time, the tension of the film expanded into drama, and I can absolutely say that I am watching No Exit of Sartre, or the bridge of Man and Superman's dream.
It is such a short period of time that life is compressed into a drama, what if it is longer?
Before going to bed, my roommate would sometimes sigh and ask, "Does it make sense for me to watch this kind of thing every day? When the earth ends in the end, nothing will be left." I would be speechless and ask, "Then what can you do?" He also Not answering.
I teach first-year kids, tell them about Carpe Diem, to seize time, just looking at their faces makes me feel like time flies, but I can't catch a trace. The pressure of demise drags on for too long and becomes tiresome. If I think about the last question like my roommate, it won't make people feel refreshed, but I will see myself like a clown who is tired of acting, throwing the balls that have been spun countless times into the audience one by one. Go inside, there's that tall hat, and that red nose. I don't know what to keep in the end, my roommate doesn't know either, I don't know how many of my students know, I don't know how many people know.
Everyone can hold their strength in exchange for a fireworks bloom, but how many people can endure day after day, year after year?
I saw Tarkovsky smiling, he was right, he kept reminding people, just his answers, his compassion, I couldn't feel it.
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