Thanks to Lin Xi and Huang Weiwen, the itinerary in Tokyo is like a journey of searching for lyrics. When you see Omotesando, you will worship, you will shoot when you see Nichome, you will sigh when you see Matsuzaya, you will feel melancholy when you see Meguro, you will be injured when you see Mt. And every second-chome walk through, the street signs will be photographed. In "Give me one chome", "chome" may represent happiness. This is a city that has been conceptualized by too many labels and meanings before being present. A floating city built on lyrics, melody, and movies.
And in the movie, Charlotte's eyes, the floating light and glimpse of a strange country, are like the faint light of the morning sun from the glass of the window, fainting little by little. She watched the gorgeous and hard city from the window of the hotel, went to the monastery to watch the monk chanting, went swimming in the sleepless night, learned flower arrangement, and cried on the phone when she returned to the hotel. Go to the bar to drink a glass of vodka by yourself late at night. Loneliness is like a shadow, running through countless small plots together.
Harris, a middle-aged man, went to Tokyo to shoot a set of whiskey commercials. Avoid endless family chores and a rigid marriage. The language barrier kept him severely isolated. His loneliness originated from too many small details that could not be hidden in the life of a middle-aged man, eroding the peace and tranquility of his mind.
This is not Harris's personal feelings alone. The triviality of life is enough to wear out a person to the point of dullness. When in a foreign country, the impact of a completely stranger can be like sandpaper with an overweight diaphragm, producing a powerful friction that polishes a certain piece of mind and body. So far away, we have the courage to be ourselves and betray ourselves at the same time. While changing the sky, changing the soul of a person. I leave me, is the meaning of travel.
On a rainy night in Tokyo, without an umbrella, a man hurriedly walked in Kamiya 2-chome. A Japanese came to ask me for directions. He crackled and said a lot. At the end I could only smile and say "SORRY", and he was stunned. At once, I also smiled sorryly. Look at how difficult God made the Tower of Babel between us. But only this smile does not require translation.
Real life, wandering during the journey, with Tokyo as a crease, began to split.
The down-and-out film actor and the lonely young woman finally met in a foreign hotel. Two people with common insomnia greet each other in the bar. Experience the comfort of ironing between confidants. Their existence is like two mirrors, reflecting each other clearly and deeply. Therefore, it is only necessary to communicate quietly and indifferently, with eyes more than cumbersome language, and mind more than excessive emotions. It seems that the reunion of old people is natural. They rub themselves to the meeting, like flowers soaked in tea, slowly blooming with the energetic heat, ups and downs, stretches, delicate and gentle, and releases a sweet fragrance. Until it is brewed into a cup of natural tea.
Charlotte and Harris were lying on the big hotel bed. The scenery outside the window remains the same. She told her that she used to be so green. Before, I wanted to be a writer, but I was disgusted when I saw what I wrote. I want to be a photographer again. Every woman will go through such a time and want to take something that is related to herself and her life. But then, I just felt that I was very ordinary.
He said, what's wrong with ordinary. Normally good.
There will be no ups and downs in life, Charlotte and Harris are tacitly aware. Their love words will only be spoken to their lovers. What is left for each other is the soft and true part of the soul that no one cares about.
Is it only in a strange city that strangers pour so thoroughly? Including acknowledging your own mediocrity and acknowledging your own failures.
For me, Tokyo is the end of travel. Waiting blankly for the end of the holiday.
The return journey home is just around the corner, and the wandering fatigue is put into the overweight suitcase. In reality, what is waiting for me is a resignation letter in the outbox and all the tediousness that I don't want to face in the future.
Remember to comfort yourself when you leave, and wait until you come back. Looking forward to passing in the blink of an eye, all the "more talk" will come as scheduled.
"Looking for the Goddess of 1967" said that Tokyo is the smell of love, the smell of noodles. On the last night in Tokyo, wandering on the rainy streets, I still experienced a handful of authentic Japanese ramen restaurants. People who have not dared to eat supper for a long time are cured of sadness after drinking up the last drop of soup: I don't know if this taste will become a period of a while.
The world will be more beautiful than this week.
Joy has no stability, and intoxication has no foundation. Healed to the heart's breath.
In this world, there are always places you yearn for, whether Tokyo, Iceland, New York, Venice...neither will be the city you live in. The distant mountains Danyue that emerged in my mind should not allow the fireworks to rise from the earth. Passion and wind are twins, you can only pass by it, too much scenery, too short time, too many delicacies, too small stomach capacity, too many souvenirs to choose too short taste period, it must be left in this way Regret. Goodbye, maybe never see each other again in this life.
The most enjoyable thing in Tokyo is to rush to the last night of the stay. People get close to the scene and feel a transverse wave earthquake. They are awakened and fell asleep again.
The next morning the tour guide told us that early morning in Fukushima Prefecture offshore Richter 6.4 earthquake, the East
is strongly felt in Beijing.
At the end of the movie, Harris and Charlotte seem to be lost in the aftermath of the hustle and bustle of people on the streets of Tokyo. The last whispers were a few words that no one could hear. This kind of processing was really good, and the beauty of the fantasy of the third person outside the camera was worth a thousand words. When they were apart, the two finally couldn't help but look back at each other. I always believe that love is not germinating between them. In addition to nostalgia, I am afraid that I am still looking back on my new perception of life. At this time, they are each other's mirrors, filling up the shortcomings of life with the complete look of each other.
The hug that is about to leave is not steep and strange but brings perfect reverie, creating beauty that transcends sentimentality.
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