After a friend wrote a refreshing and gratifying view of "Ancient Treasures", I followed the picture and found it on Netflix to watch it. Just went out to buy dinner, the subtle feeling on the way reminds me of those days in the movie when the war is coming, there is an invisible atmosphere, shadowy, over the whole country, everyone knows something is coming.
A slight deformation of daily life. From people wearing dense masks, widening the distance between their bodies, and slightly wary expressions, I suddenly understood the meaning of "people are not isolated islands". If anxiety is spreading and spreading in the crowd, echoing in circles like ripples, there is no way for me to stay out of it and play happily on my own.
Every word, every news, is changing me and changing you. We change in the flow of time, and meet our destiny in joy, sorrow and joy. As animals, people have the instinct to smell danger; as people, people have the ability to predict the future. Whether it's a war or a plague, people can see the omens and feel that the world they live in is about to change.
In the story of Ancient Treasures, there are two ways to hide time. Or, build a boat and bury the former king in the soil until someone a thousand years later wakes him up; or, turn the eyes of admiration into shutters, lock the figure of the lover into the photo paper, and wait for her to discover her heart. These protected fragments, like seeds, find the opportunity to sprout and bloom in the story.
The camera of "Ancient Treasure" glides in the bright fields of England, and the viewer wanders in the harmony and warmth of light and shadow, constantly forgetting the doom that is shrouded in the story, that everything is about to die, and the danger is not far away, let alone feel that the enemy is now Trembling fear. Just like everyone in the play laughed, the Germans who came here by boat more than a thousand years ago were not the British themselves, but now they just come by plane.
The real enemy is not the Germans, but time and our own decaying self. Tombs or photography may be deceptions, we still want to believe that although all things will sleep in the river of time, there is nothing that can not be discovered by time, passed between us one by one and not submerged. "We are part of something continuous" until the end of the universe.
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