I have heard a story.
One person left in a hurry, "see you tomorrow". Another person knows that this person gets up at seven every day, takes a walk at nine, goes for coffee at ten, goes home for dinner at twelve, works in the afternoon, and goes to the cinema in the evening. The meeting time is determined to be relatively free at ten in the morning. As for the location, it should be something the other party likes or is familiar with, and the two parties have been there together, because the other party obviously presupposes that you know when they speak.
So, see you tomorrow, "see you tomorrow at ten o'clock at the coffee shop where we last met".
The next day, the two arrived as scheduled.
I also heard another story.
There are two people in the world.
These two people watched the same movies and books, listened to the same music, saw similar scenery before and after, and ate the same cuisine. They show up at the same bus stop, restaurant, cafe, cinema, but never know each other. When they were closest, they were only 0.01 centimeters apart.
They happen to do these things together in different times and spaces.
On this day, the two met unexpectedly.
You are messing up my life, I mean, before that day, my life was happy, comfortable, comfortable, maybe lacking some passion and energy, but definitely enough carefree enough that I could have just left my head like this live on.
But you showed up, on a rainy day in New York (or any city in the world, if you like), swayed into my life like a shaky umbrella, raindrops seeping into my first twenty years The crevices of the order, the fragrance of the soil in the air wanders above the rushing stream, bringing back the enthusiasm and naivety that lost enthusiasm and expectation because of the order.
There is an unspoken tender and silent understanding between two people, communicating and receiving love and desire with each other, exchanging favorite poems and songs to express some wonderful emotions, exchanging visions with a strong personal style , trek together a strong, mysterious and deep undercurrent.
Let symbols, talismans, and anything that triggers a connection be turned into runaway dandelions, sometimes fluttering in the wind, and occasionally taking root.
They worked hard to keep the conversation on a polite but suggestive level, like a cryptographer, tirelessly playing the game of encryption and decryption, always aware of the joy of being evenly matched.
In modern society it has some well-documented names, ambiguous, affectionate and throbbing, but I guess they are synonymous with creation, destruction and rebirth, after all this is the beginning of all stories - 5,000 years of human creation Almost all of his paintings, poems, sculptures or songs describe the elusive excitement of love, the passion that devours everything, or the despair that destroys the sky.
German director Fassbender said: "I hate the idea that love between two people can lead to redemption. I have fought against this oppressive relationship model all my life. Instead, I believe in and work to find a way A love that embraces all human beings.”
Indeed, it is not the well-known qualities of intelligence, humor, romance, kindness, and thoughtfulness that bring us together, but selfish desires, greedy thoughts, unwilling jealousy, and so on. .
It is not love that connects us but fear,
Maybe that's why I love you so much.
Borges "Buenos Aires (Another)"
There is a possibility that two people arrive at the same early morning after their respective sunsets and evenings, and the deer in their hearts has evolved into a high-speed stag, so you open the door, nervously, and say, welcome.
Well, a one-sentence film review is, sincere advice, find someone who can understand your jokes. So the question is, who is sincerity?
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