The weather has been cloudy and cloudy recently.
In the afternoon, the sky was overcast and cloudy, but it was not as gloomy as the movie atmosphere. I love black and white movies and even wish my pupils were black and white.
I'm fascinated by the calm, clear black and white tones. Although sensual dogs and horses are beautiful, they are also the starting point and source of upset.
I wish I had not had too many colors in my eyes since I was born. Human nature is unpredictable enough to be overwhelming. Memory is really powerless to store too many meaningful life experiences.
A few years ago, in such a gloomy and lonely winter, I finished reading the heavy biography of Steve Jobs. I admire his corporate culture management model and product aesthetics. But what I admire most is his ruthless and ruthless devil-like determination and skill to slaughter his memories.
Jobs never recognized his biological father. Even though his biological father works downstairs in his company, he walks by every day without seeing him.
Jobs ignored his wife and daughter and ignored his biological daughter. Standing in the dock of the court, facing the iron-clad paternity test, he absolutely denied that the child was born by himself.
Unrelenting, he forced his former confidantes and friends to the end of the road, and ignored the old feelings for the young people who worked together together.
His diabolical temperament and viciousness left a deep impression on me when I was a teenager, and also had a profound impact on my life choices in the future.
Is Steve Jobs a scumbag who has lost his morals and humanity?
Perhaps his ingratitude was simply because he knew that memories were just asking for trouble and had no value at all. Forget the past and let the future be bright.
So in the movie, the newlywed wife of the widowed gentleman finds that the haze of the deceased hostess permeates the manor.
Everyone is obsessed with the good past, and this loyalty to memory is a sin that is more frightening and filthy than murder.
I've always disliked people who fondly remember their ex. And firmly believe that people who can't forget their ex are insane cowards.
Talking about your ex-boyfriend all day is by no means very affectionate. It's just that he can't cope with the present life, and he is afraid and hostile to the future.
There is no clear and flawless affection in the world, only the weak and incompetent will fall into the past.
I and the Steve Jobs I admire are both Buddhists who converted before the age of 20. Buddhists believe that once time is divided into the tiniest units, then life consists of moments, moments of elapsed and destroyed time.
When this moment is over, the past disappears in the world and ceases to exist at all. There is no choice but to face the next moment boldly.
Those who indulge themselves in intoxication with memories are patients of irrational hysteria.
In 2019, life was out of control in an orderly trajectory, and steadily returned to the right track in a violent out of control.
A weak heart becomes colder and harder in the ups and downs of encounters.
Witnessing the suicide of an old friend in April, and witnessing his ex-girlfriend being extremely relieved and calm about it.
A boy who witnessed Midsummer wishing each other a bright future on the streets of Beijing, told me a month later that he and his family had turned against each other and that all plans were overturned.
Endure impermanence, and calmly see how to regroup.
Every night when I wake up early in the morning and sleepless nights, the plans for the future in my mind make me have no time to pay attention to the past experiences that invade the present during the day. Even the old friends are full of disgust and hatred.
Life is a step by step to the next stage in the end and destruction of each scene.
Being entangled by memories, mediocre people disturbing themselves, the gains outweigh the losses.
In the film, the newlywed wife with low self-esteem and sensitivity finally bravely burned all the traces left by her ex-wife.
In fact, there are no real good memories in this world. As long as it is the past, no matter how much effort has been spent to beautify it excessively, it is the rotten soul above the tombstone that poisons people's hearts.
The maid, who had nostalgia for her former master, eventually burned the manor so that the newlywed couple could not live there. The sinister intention of being loyal to the old man in the past, but full of jealousy and slander at this moment is obvious.
Whoever disturbs your inner judgment with the past relationship and interferes with your comfortable and prosperous life at the moment is a shameless person who wants to curse you with jealousy.
Soldiers who are truly strategic are good at fighting but not reluctant to fight. They knew in their hearts when they should start to end the predicament and indifferently withdraw from the war.
I am always moved by Hitchcock's unique understanding of love, and my heart is filled with warmth.
In the eyes of this gentleman, the woman he really loves is not a virtuous deceased wife who is dignified, elegant and noble, but who died young in her youth.
What he loves dearly is the brave wife who hugged him and kissed him affectionately, taught him to record a false confession, helped him hide the truth, and promised not to cause him any trouble before he was charged with murder and was interrogated.
Living a life of ease and peace with each other is just an ordinary life.
To accompany you, who are riddled with sin, to do evil together is a more human love that sacrifices life and forgets death.
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