He must be overjoyed.
"The Hours" has a variety of translations, "every hour", "years like a song" and so on, but I always feel that the inexplicable helpless anxiety that arises in my heart due to the constant flow of time is missing. Peaceful family life, but despairingly happy. It is said that in Glass and Wilson's musical Einstein on the Beach, the actor spent an hour walking from left to right on stage without any other movement. Maybe it's such a feeling, maybe that's the way to hide the character of the phonology of the gallas. Waiting, anxiety, unprovoked unease, all expressed in a flowing soundtrack and montage.
At the heart of this story is a great woman named Virginia Woolf.
Three women from different eras, similar experiences and families. Undercurrents are surging in their hearts, and they are astonishingly bridged through time and space. Perhaps this is the most imperceptible female dirge that will resonate the most.
Clarissa said she woke up in the morning feeling like something was going to happen. I said to myself, that was the beginning of happiness.
I once went to a faraway fast customer after getting up, solemnly opened a can of Sprite that I had a hunch that there would be a great prize, that kind of magical design without liquid.
Before entering school, despite the bell ringing for being late, I opened my eyes and tried to see a blurry back. I figured it was a long-lost relative.
I had expected a car accident on the other side of the world, and I had nostalgic for a heavy snow in the clear sky. However, as you might expect, it's all vain.
Women pride themselves on having their own intuition, and they were instilled with ESP by Fan Xiaoxuan and Rao Xueman when they were young. Still struggling to find the hidden Clow seal in the bookcase at home, in the boring classroom, I imagined that the selected children would be dispatched with high morale and fly into the sky with a swoosh.
Women are always easy to fool themselves so easily. Clarissa thought for a moment and then said, that moment itself was happiness. Happiness, happiness, the man moved to a remote place for you, and the husband bought flowers for you. What are you still demanding?
Maybe, Virginia says, I'll live in peace - but if I had to choose one, I'd choose death. "She was swept away quickly by the running water. It was like flying, an illusory figure with arms outstretched and hair fluttering... the shadows of the sky swayed over the water." Clarissa went out the door, just in time to see Waves floating on the water. Laura almost left the world to die in such watery tenderness.
Mrs. Dolloway said she once threw a shilling into the Serpentine and never dropped anything else. But those people gave up their lives. Sometimes people abandon their lives, not because of despair, but as a hug against loneliness. "Death is rebellion. Death is an effort to communicate with people, because people feel that it is impossible to get to the center, which magically hides from them; the closeness is separated, the ecstasy fades, and there is only one person left. There are hugs in death."
Mrs. Doloway's afternoon was long enough to be like a glorious year. Consciousness is constantly changing, and the facts are helplessly blank.
Suddenly, Veronica's chest throbbed faintly.
Forget who said that death is the last treasure that artists dedicate to the world. I feel that the mentally distorted artists in Conan are murderous, and even the location of the bombs is so beautifully calculated.
Shao Xiaomao, an older literary and artistic young woman, played the tune out of tune, and sang the joys, sorrows and sorrows of humming. Sometimes when I encounter the end of a sentence that I don't know how to connect, I simply hum the words in a coquettish tone all the way. I thought to myself, wow, I could sing like this, but I ended up being happier.
Shao Xiaomao is a transparent person.
However, there are always elder sisters in the world who do not understand the hearts of younger sisters. How could she be so fragile and sensitive. Virginia kissed her so deeply that she couldn't hide her embarrassment. Some people have summed up incisively after watching this boring film, young women in literature and art are really a scourge.
Nicole Kidman is becoming more and more like a box office poison, but that coolness really fascinates me. The leading actress in the nightclub, the lonely ghost on the island, the alien visitor in the small town, she is always a ghost, no matter how she looks like a normal person. I just like abnormal people.
I am afraid that there is a tendency to split, I am in pain, I am so sorry. (Looks like I'm stream-of-consciousness too.)
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