flowers in the rain

To be honest, the plot is very disordered, and the soundtrack is not well done. It is very tiring and uncomfortable to watch. Imagination and reality are constantly intertwined, and some deliberately echo each other, as if they are afraid that people will not understand the meaning of the screenwriter, deliberate repetition, and finally the so-called truth of life, although I understand it, but it is not clever, I always feel There is that sense of being profound and pretending to be profound. I only have some sighs and sighs, but no deep thought and emotion. Of course, the topics of conscience and death are still too heavy for me right now.
I remember the words of the biology teacher, "The heart is the strongest muscle in the human body. There are more cells in the brain than the stars in the galaxy. 72% of the human body is water." And the professor's speech said, "Conscience , it is the voice of God." I just went for a medical examination today, my heart is still abnormal, I have been worried, it is said that the number of heart beats in a person's life is fixed, and a heart that beats too fast is more likely to fail. , so I am always afraid of time, like to do a lot of things at the same time, always want to try them all. Life is sometimes so fragile and sometimes incredibly strong.
Even more impressive are the flowers in the rain, some of which were destroyed by the wind and rain, while others were more vivid and bright after the rain. Tonight in Wuhan, there is lightning and thunder, and the girls' dormitory screams from time to time, but I feel perverted that it always makes me feel at ease on such a night. I love lightning. When I was a child, I would look up to find those flashes, on the dark blue night. I've seen red marks after lightning, short and beautiful. Fireworks once exploded in my hand, and I still have a scar in the middle of my palm. I always imagine the feeling of catching lightning.
It's not a movie review, but I'm still struggling with the day after tomorrow, my Lingchi day. I am still. . . It's too early to give up, and I still can't get over that hurdle in my heart. I'm extremely frustrated and regretful. The only good thing is that, like a confused flower in the rain, it is at least the confusion and sorrow of youth.

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