Phoenix by the Sunflower

River Phoenix. River is the river and Phoenix is ​​the phoenix. The name is so sad and meaningful. His eyebrows maintain the original handsomeness of nature's creation, which is simple, not sculpted. He doesn't fit in Hollywood because Hollywood doesn't deserve him. He fell at the door of the bar and didn't wake up that day, as if he was playing a childish joke with the whole world. He was 23 at the time.

My own private Idaho. I bought this disc just because it appealed to my name. idaho. When I was a freshman in high school, I mustered up the courage to ask my 9-year-old daughter, Emily, in English, "Where do you live in the US?" She said "Idaho" while throwing a basketball to the hoop. For some reason, just looking at Emily's shape, you can taste the taste of Idaho, the taste of the endless highway in the movie, the double yellow line divides the field of vision into left and right. Phoenix is ​​lying on the right; looking the other way, it is the left.

Phoenix plays a money boy with narcolepsy, red jacket, jeans, socks of different colors. With one look from Phoenix, all the philosophical lines that Keanu Reeves recited expressively on the front seat of the motorcycle were erased from my eyes. He's the real protagonist, and only him, from start to finish, though most of the time he's going to fall asleep. Under the night in Idaho, Phoenix hugged himself in front of the bonfire, as if if not, he could not help but pounce on another person's arms and die. He said to the other, "I think I can love someone without him paying me." He said, "I think I love you." The little fist slammed into my belly again reluctantly. , I lay on the bed, otherwise I would bend over and squat down again. I'm always crying loudly.

Until the end, the phoenix was obsessed with the huge, blooming sunflower, looking at another person in a corner of the cemetery. He laughed, screamed, growled, jumped, fell, and kissed a bunch of people. He carefully straightened the sunflower petals one by one, and then still looked at him. The furthest distance in the world is when I am in front of you, but you don't know that I love you. In the end, it was the road in Idaho, where the double yellow line divided the view into left and right. Phoenix is ​​lying on the right; looking the other way, it is the left. A car stopped and two men took his bag and shoes and left. In another car, a man looked at his face and hugged him into the car door.

Life is like being pushed on a wheel, and it starts to move forward again and again.

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