After watching the movie, it was in the library, and Lawrence's companion said to him in the car, go home, go home. Then a speeding motorcycle overtook them, raising a gust of sand. I thought, stop talking, just go here. His face was hidden under the dusty windshield, and his comrades-in-arms continued to sing "Goodbye, Dolly, I have to leave you. Although leaving will make me sad...". The movie ended on schedule, and the closing music of the library just sounded. Before I had time to review it, I had to put away my things and leave in a hurry. After returning to the bedroom for a while, I was finally able to lie down on the bed.
The ghost that jumped from the desert horizon was Ali. Lawrence walked intoxicated on the train, the sun blazing behind him, people flocking to him, chasing him, his shadow like some kind of miracle. The mirror image on the desert even allows us to see the trajectory of the clouds, the gushing red sun, the yellow sand, and the low and boundless dome. Start all over again. Al Lawrence, this is the best, Ali said, people without a doomed last name are free to doom your family. He became the shadow of freedom in the desert, he was surrounded by adoration, madness, and he enjoyed it all. After putting on the white robe, he was so fascinated by himself that he even wanted to dance, and bowed reverently to his shadow under the sun. Nothing is doomed, Lawrence said to Ali, do you think I'm just an ordinary person? He rescued his stragglers, led them out of the dangerous desert, and joined the Harvey Tat to take down Akaba. No, he has become a great hero, as the newspapers claim. At Dilla, Lawrence walked in a very unruly way, telling Ali that it was the way to announce my arrival. He completely believed that he was by no means an ordinary person. Even when they were spotted by the guards, he was convinced that no one could see me and we kept going, kept going. Then he was taken, the lone officer picked him up, insulted him, and he was thrown into a filthy puddle. His face was buried in the muddy water, and Ali took him away. His sensitive and fragile heart was broken, he pointed at his skin and screamed, look, who I am, my skin color has already decided who I am. I'm just an ordinary person, Ali. No, you said that a man can become who he wants to be. Sorry, I thought that was true. No, he can. He can, but he can't do whatever he wants. Back at the station, the sun was shining brightly. He walked lightly, trying to forget something, talking cordially to his teammates, "Oh, Arab? It's off-season over there...court? I really like the plan." Lawrence gave himself the illusion of harmony, but General Allenby The words knocked everything down. You know, you are the most extraordinary person I have ever met. Everyone knows your name, and me, maybe they'll have to flip a book to find it. You have to go back to the desert, where you have unfinished business. You will be a hero, a great hero. Ah, a great hero, maybe Lawrence still needs a verification, he was once admired by all the stars, and he was still struggling. Prove it again, do a greater thing, and cast off the shackles of previous shame. Desert, here I come. Arabs, I will take Damascus for you. He returned to the desert, he was still surrounded, he was wearing the white robe that symbolized his identity, and he was going to practice his own verification. They blew up the railways of Turkey, they slaughtered the remnants of the tribal Turks, and they occupied Damascus, the night before the British army arrived. Oda and Ali were arguing, and the entire parliamentary hall was chaotic. Except for Ali, other people here don't know what the country means to them, why they want to occupy this place, and they don't know what to do next. They came excitedly, and after occupying everything, they happily left with the spoils. The parliament hall at night was a mess, and Lawrence was lying on the table writing something. Ali was also saying goodbye to him, "You worked very hard to give Damascus to us" "Yes, that's why I'm here...then...that's a great thing" "Yes, it's a great thing." After Ali finished speaking, he saluted Lawrence and left. And Lawrence's hand had just been raised, it was an unfinished Bedouin ceremony. Oda looked at Ali who came out in tears, you love him and I'm afraid of him, so why are you crying? If I'm afraid of him and love him so much, I know how much he fears and hates himself. When Prince Feather and General Allenby sat at the negotiating table, all the complicated lines were pulled away, and we could see the background of the whole event, politics and interests, against Lawrence's personal tragedy. What he seeks for the Arabs is not what they want; he thinks that he has fulfilled his ideals, but in fact he is only a pioneer in politics; he struggles with human nature, but the way he insists has been lost. Who are you, what do you fantasize, what do you believe, what do you practice, what do you cover up, what do you ask for, what do you get. When the wind and clouds are stirring, you are wrapped up in the clouds, and you think that you are the master of all things. When the dust settles, the golden crow comes out, and you are the soil that was whisked to the ground. Lawrence, just Lawrence, or you can call him Al Lawrence. Born in 1888, died in 1935. They blew up the railways of Turkey, they slaughtered the remnants of the tribal Turks, and they occupied Damascus, the night before the British army arrived. Oda and Ali were arguing, and the entire parliamentary hall was chaotic. Except for Ali, other people here don't know what the country means to them, why they want to occupy this place, and they don't know what to do next. They came excitedly, and after occupying everything, they happily left with the spoils. The parliament hall at night was a mess, and Lawrence was lying on the table writing something. Ali was also saying goodbye to him, "You worked very hard to give Damascus to us" "Yes, that's why I'm here...then...that's a great thing" "Yes, it's a great thing." After Ali finished speaking, he saluted Lawrence and left. And Lawrence's hand had just been raised, it was an unfinished Bedouin ceremony. Oda looked at Ali who came out in tears, you love him and I'm afraid of him, so why are you crying? If I'm afraid of him and love him so much, I know how much he fears and hates himself. When Prince Feather and General Allenby sat at the negotiating table, all the complicated lines were pulled away, and we could see the background of the whole event, politics and interests, against Lawrence's personal tragedy. What he seeks for the Arabs is not what they want; he thinks that he has fulfilled his ideals, but in fact he is only a pioneer in politics; he struggles with human nature, but the way he insists has been lost. Who are you, what do you fantasize, what do you believe, what do you practice, what do you cover up, what do you ask for, what do you get. When the wind and clouds are stirring, you are wrapped up in the clouds, and you think that you are the master of all things. When the dust settles, the golden crow comes out, and you are the soil that was whisked to the ground. Lawrence, just Lawrence, or you can call him Al Lawrence. Born in 1888, died in 1935. They blew up the railways of Turkey, they slaughtered the remnants of the tribal Turks, and they occupied Damascus, the night before the British army arrived. Oda and Ali were arguing, and the entire parliamentary hall was chaotic. Except for Ali, other people here don't know what the country means to them, why they want to occupy this place, and they don't know what to do next. They came excitedly, and after occupying everything, they happily left with the spoils. The parliament hall at night was a mess, and Lawrence was lying on the table writing something. Ali was also saying goodbye to him, "You worked very hard to give Damascus to us" "Yes, that's why I'm here...then...that's a great thing" "Yes, it's a great thing." After Ali finished speaking, he saluted Lawrence and left. And Lawrence's hand had just been raised, it was an unfinished Bedouin ceremony. Oda looked at Ali who came out in tears, you love him and I'm afraid of him, so why are you crying? If I'm afraid of him and love him so much, I know how much he fears and hates himself. When Prince Feather and General Allenby sat at the negotiating table, all the complicated lines were pulled away, and we could see the background of the whole event, politics and interests, against Lawrence's personal tragedy. What he seeks for the Arabs is not what they want; he thinks that he has fulfilled his ideals, but in fact he is only a pioneer in politics; he struggles with human nature, but the way he insists has been lost. Who are you, what do you fantasize, what do you believe, what do you practice, what do you cover up, what do you ask for, what do you get. When the wind and clouds are stirring, you are wrapped up in the clouds, and you think that you are the master of all things. When the dust settles, the golden crow comes out, and you are the soil that was whisked to the ground. Lawrence, just Lawrence, or you can call him Al Lawrence. Born in 1888, died in 1935. Oda and Ali were arguing, and the entire parliamentary hall was chaotic. Except for Ali, other people here don't know what the country means to them, why they want to occupy this place, and they don't know what to do next. They came excitedly, and after occupying everything, they happily left with the spoils. The parliament hall at night was a mess, and Lawrence was lying on the table writing something. Ali was also saying goodbye to him, "You worked very hard to give Damascus to us" "Yes, that's why I'm here...then...that's a great thing" "Yes, it's a great thing." After Ali finished speaking, he saluted Lawrence and left. And Lawrence's hand had just been raised, it was an unfinished Bedouin ceremony. Oda looked at Ali who came out in tears, you love him and I'm afraid of him, so why are you crying? If I'm afraid of him and love him so much, I know how much he fears and hates himself. When Prince Feather and General Allenby sat at the negotiating table, all the complicated lines were pulled away, and we could see the background of the whole event, politics and interests, against Lawrence's personal tragedy. What he seeks for the Arabs is not what they want; he thinks that he has fulfilled his ideals, but in fact he is only a pioneer in politics; he struggles with human nature, but the way he insists has been lost. Who are you, what do you fantasize, what do you believe, what do you practice, what do you cover up, what do you ask for, what do you get. When the wind and clouds are stirring, you are wrapped up in the clouds, and you think that you are the master of all things. When the dust settles, the golden crow comes out, and you are the soil that was whisked to the ground. Lawrence, just Lawrence, or you can call him Al Lawrence. Born in 1888, died in 1935. Oda and Ali were arguing, and the entire parliamentary hall was chaotic. Except for Ali, other people here don't know what the country means to them, why they want to occupy this place, and they don't know what to do next. They came excitedly, and after occupying everything, they happily left with the spoils. The parliament hall at night was a mess, and Lawrence was lying on the table writing something. Ali was also saying goodbye to him, "You worked very hard to give Damascus to us" "Yes, that's why I'm here...then...that's a great thing" "Yes, it's a great thing." After Ali finished speaking, he saluted Lawrence and left. And Lawrence's hand had just been raised, it was an unfinished Bedouin ceremony. Oda looked at Ali who came out in tears, you love him and I'm afraid of him, so why are you crying? If I'm afraid of him and love him so much, I know how much he fears and hates himself. When Prince Feather and General Allenby sat at the negotiating table, all the complicated lines were pulled away, and we could see the background of the whole event, politics and interests, against Lawrence's personal tragedy. What he seeks for the Arabs is not what they want; he thinks that he has fulfilled his ideals, but in fact he is only a pioneer in politics; he struggles with human nature, but the way he insists has been lost. Who are you, what do you fantasize, what do you believe, what do you practice, what do you cover up, what do you ask for, what do you get. When the wind and clouds are stirring, you are wrapped up in the clouds, and you think that you are the master of all things. When the dust settles, the golden crow comes out, and you are the soil that was whisked to the ground. Lawrence, just Lawrence, or you can call him Al Lawrence. Born in 1888, died in 1935. Who are you, what do you fantasize, what do you believe, what do you practice, what do you cover up, what do you ask for, what do you get. When the wind and clouds are stirring, you are wrapped up in the clouds, and you think that you are the master of all things. When the dust settles, the golden crow comes out, and you are the soil that was whisked to the ground. Lawrence, just Lawrence, or you can call him Al Lawrence. Born in 1888, died in 1935. Who are you, what do you fantasize, what do you believe, what do you practice, what do you cover up, what do you ask for, what do you get. When the wind and clouds are stirring, you are wrapped up in the clouds, and you think that you are the master of all things. When the dust settles, the golden crow comes out, and you are the soil that was whisked to the ground. Lawrence, just Lawrence, or you can call him Al Lawrence. Born in 1888, died in 1935.
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