What is the darkness of the old city, it is our eternal loneliness that we have to worry about. Once a sentence touched my heart, and this sentence also made our life no longer lonely, and healed our dissatisfaction, jealousy and hatred for ourselves, "LIfe appears to me is too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs". At one point my shyness was replaced by another endocrine quality, and after waking up at that moment, after spending a long night in that way for the first time, I began to hesitate again, or it was melancholy, because From that moment on, some uncertain things will pull me, it is no longer clear, not naive, nor ignorant.
The long and dim trombone sounds, the feeling of awakening, the unique characteristics of Impressionism. The rendering is full of red, and the corners touched by the pen are condensed with blood, which indicates the blood of the future, and this is the bright color that indicates the future. Light shadows fade into our vision, our senses, the colors rapidly transform into dignified dark tones, and the music rolls, transforms, and incomprehensible.
Then the blue outlines the striking words Dancer in the Dark.
The swaying camera, the fluttering skirt corner, left a happy, free and easy smile on the stage like a dragonfly.
After accepting the sympathy and sympathy of others, the miserable mother took a slight step. The director's cool understatement describes the mother's collection of her own "treasures". We may think she is a miser and despise and cast aside her. We may be uneasy about such a thin woman's intentions. When hidden behind the huge frame, those moving eyes look at her. When I was riding my first bicycle with my child, what I saw was a kind of cleanliness and frankness that had never been seen before, and what was filled with smiles, I seemed a little hesitant. Because this generosity seems so fragile, so vulnerable.
Where there are people, there are joys and sorrows. I often use this sentence to drive away pain and understand life. The relationship between individuals and groups is the foundation of the existence of the world, and the convergence between groups often overshadows the world that should be colorful, and also brings the individuals who oppose them to the edge of despair. When we come to an unfamiliar group, we are destined to face unfathomable human hearts. In the days of knowing and being understood, we cannot grasp the direction of events.
Of course, Selma was also manipulated and manipulated. Her first sympathy was sown to those who had given her candy, and the secrets she had hidden with all her heart were told and revealed. With her eyes off, she was completely exposed, naked. When the other party told her that "silence is golden", how much she trusted such talk, how smooth and open-minded it was.
Daydreaming, when the future is full of confusion, we often use self-deception to complete our hopes. As Selma said, she is always reluctant to go to the full movie, and she always leaves at the end of the movie. She needs to find a happy ending by herself, she needs to find her own dream, which is different from reality, full of liberation and longing for perfection.
There is a lyric sung, "Cheering is the loneliness of many people, and loneliness is the cheering of one person", I thought it was a lyric to escape self-blame, a lie to escape reality. Selma's second dream unfolded with the cheers of many people in the factory, the roar of the factory floor and the beautiful lights, the shaking dance, from gray to bright, from bright to gray, it was an escape from loneliness Scream, the helpless choice to pursue the inner cheer.
The railway in the dark night twists and turns, Selma steps on it alone, the retinal sensitivity gradually loses, the light darkness turns into a thick pitch, a pitch-dark world, pitch-dark everything. She can't perceive the light of the outside world, the colors of the outside world, and of course she can't perceive the voyeurism of the outside world, the endless desires of the outside world, the black hole of this desire that you will never be able to fill and satisfy, but this is just the beginning.
But who will fill the hope in her heart and who will keep it?
Next to the train track is the poetic dance, the poetic fantasy, the long black hair fluttering, the peace and warmth on both sides, the dark green forest, the green grassland, the green pond, the blue sky, the white clouds, the breeze... .She may still be immersed in this fairy-tale beautiful world, this is the blissful world that only sees her stretching out dancing and enjoying herself at ease, but when the train slowly pulled away and the music stopped, it was "Last year in this door today, the human face The peach blossoms are red with each other, and the faces of the people do not know where to go? The peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze." The sadness.
In this world, there is no such word as kindness. There is only greed and downfall, only hypocrisy and beastly heart, only lies and brazenness, and only viciousness and unscrupulousness.
When the police made up lies to slander "she seduced him", she chose silence because she kept the oath that "silence is golden", because she believed that the world was pure, as pure as the dream she weaved, because she She deeply felt the helplessness and helplessness in the dark, because she could not predict how deep the desires of the outside world were. However, her kindness was used as a bargaining chip for threats, and her innocence was used as a tool for fooling. When she lost her "treasure", she also lost her freedom and her innocence. Handcuffs, crying, personal insults were intertwined in her darkness, the frame in front of her was useless, the tears in front of her couldn't stop bursting, sighs, gunshots, knocks, shouts, sobbing, and the sound of music, The note beats in Selma's mind, "Darkness falls, the sun goes to sleep, the innocent are dreaming, just as you should, sleepy, sleepy, sleepy", disheveled hair, compelled, remorse, "a tear falls The time it takes for a snake to shed its skin, the time for forgiveness only takes so little.” The siren is looming, and the American flag is high above, but how can you protect the weak under you, how can you protect innocent people?
Kindness is always relative, even when saving innocent Thelma, I still believe it's not for redemption, that heralds the beginning of another sin, the music is kind, but its intent always carries something Attempts, or to satisfy people's desire to cultivate sentiment, or to retain "criminals" means. Selma, who was intoxicated, showed an intoxicated smile, but this intoxication was so short-lived and fleeting. It was not the deceit and sinking of the intoxicated, it was the loneliness and pain that everyone was intoxicated and I woke up alone.
In court, the deceptive photos, the testimony of the word bigot, the slander of "no pity", all superimposed on her head, people will be confused by appearances, but will not see the tears in the eyes of good people, Forbearance and despair, the same song and dance flow out, the Czechs' black hair dances in the court representing justice and justice, this is not blasphemy, nor trampling, but dance for their innocence, dance for their own hope, Add some light to this heavy darkness. A sense of grief enveloped my heart, and a sense of brokenness hit my body at the moment of the announcement.
The speaking microphone, inside a prison, outside a prison, sighs and accusations shuttled through it, the innocence and smile that often appeared on Selma's face, at this time, turned into an endless expansion of darkness. In the iron room of the icy jailer, full of fragmented gratitude and piety, who is the chant for? Who is the music for? This thread is entangled between the iron railings, the trembling voice, the hoarse cry, this is the fear of darkness and despair, 2056 yuan 1 jiao, two people's eyes, one person's life, looking forward to kindness to bring us miracles , however miracle is cowardly and snobbish, it always stagnates or even becomes far away when the weak need help. Bit by bit, we feel the arrival of the tragedy, but we still can't stop it from advancing. The heart is suffering, the pain is spreading, and we have left a mark on our hope, marking the traces that it once resided in.
This is like a long-planned murder, the jailer said coldly, "It's Time", 107 steps Huangquan Road, 1 step, 2 steps, 3 steps, ..., the rhythm of the steps plays the last song for us moving. Screams, I still pray for forgiveness, forgiveness, I know cruelty is inevitable, I still pray. About to go to the gallows, Selma, who was open-hearted, sang a melodious and melodious tune. "Dear Xiaojun, you're still close, there's nothing to be afraid of now, I should have known, I'm never alone, this is not the last song, no violin, the choir is so quiet, no one turns in circles, it's the countdown The second song, remember what I said, remember to wrap the bread, do this, do that, make the bed, that's all." The music stopped suddenly, and it fell like a stiff, the curtain was peaceful Thank you, I covered it with a white cloth, it was death...
as innocent as ice, as weird as wind, one side was instinctive distress, and the other side was comprehension.
Find a way home in desperate hugs, in dark loneliness to the brink. This world is a dancer of darkness. Just like Selma always lives in darkness, she still has a beautiful vision, and she still lives and dies for the future. She finds the light of life in the dark through dancing. I appreciate the words of a netizen, "The provocativeness of the story lies in the eruption of sentimentality between the brightness of imagination and the stagnation of reality." The hope that lingers in my brain is also sometimes disappointed and sometimes suddenly realized because of the interweaving of lightness and stagnation. . Finally, use a piece of mood to stay in this moment, stay in this moment of living:
...
those bubbly noises and empty words and laughter
hollow hearts do not need extravagant
vows and love on the side
All hypocritical in the name of God
on the holy day of remembrance
Christ has deserted us again The
Holy One declares on high:
poor man
apple tree is studded with jokes The
kingdom of heaven is another torment
This earthly purgatory
we have nowhere to escape
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