A long time ago, when I first came to Beijing, I did not experience this duality of bitterness and happiness. At that time, I was still not interested in Shuo Ye's "Half Sea, Half Fire" and the language of Beijing films.
At that time, I lived in Dalang's dormitory. It was a hut next to the toilet. The curtains could not block the smell of the toilet. The rudimentary toilet of the University of Political Science and Law amazes me. In the dead of night, I sit in front of Dalang's 14-inch convex screen high-radiation monitor and listen to it, and I can hear the sound of the pegs of the students who are working hard in the toilet at night. . It has the artistic conception of "knocking on the chess pieces and falling off the lights".
At that time, I took the bus to Peking University for an interview. In the ambiguity of the conductor's reputation for reporting to the station, I got off the bus and wandered in front of the east gate of Peking University. Wandering around Weiming Lake, and Dalang looking for Edgar Snow's tomb everywhere, I stubbornly thought that worshiping this foreign devil would bring me good luck, but after a long time, I only found fire hydrants hidden in the grass. Finally, I worshipped the fire hydrant and started my Yanyuan life.
Three years ago, I didn't know how I came to this city; three years ago, when I was looking for spiritual sustenance, I only found a fire hydrant; three years ago, I didn't know what it all meant.
Three years later, I wrote about the purposeless and beautiful life in my blog; three years later, it took me three and a half hours to go to work from the East Fourth Ring Road to the North Fifth Ring Road one morning; three years later, I suddenly remembered my first time. The morning I came to Beijing—Dalang was waiting at the exit of the bustling crowd. When I was dragging my luggage out, someone shouted, "Welcome to Beijing!" , I saw Dalang at a glance.
That day was probably in April.
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This is a story about a plane taking off.
Savier, a young man who has just graduated from college, graduation just means graduation, which means listening to the nagging of hippie mothers all day long and spending endless time with his girlfriend. Dad's friend gave him a good job but required him to learn Spanish. Opportunities are good, and it may be that this young man who has wanted to be a writer since he was a child wants to seek changes.
The plane took off and the man wept. At that moment, Savier was thinking of strangeness and parting.
Gaudi's buildings in Barcelona, flamboyant flamenco and alleys like Beijing.
Exchange students from all over the world live together, each language and everyone's story is being staged, so life allows us to see its original color, with humor, sadness, deceit, and frankness...
A Spanish apartment is life The transit station of the restaurant, after seeing Baiwei, you have to leave.
Savier went through a breakup, an affair, and returned to Paris.
Walking on a familiar street, he suddenly felt unfamiliar.
Walking on the street, the man cried. At that moment, Savier thought of the strangeness, the familiar strangeness, the insignificant strangeness.
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The Spanish Apartment tells a similar story.
Going somewhere and starting a new life is always fascinating and sad.
When I got on the T32 from Hangzhou, I was a little disappointed.
The end of the film makes people feel at ease: Savier sits in front of the computer, picks up pictures of himself, some are quiet, some are hot, some are cool, some are pretending to be B, he is facing each photo Said "this is not me", "this is not me", "this is not me", then he picked up the picture of his childhood, the kid who once wanted to be a writer, "this is me"
typed the title of the film on the computer screen "Spanish Apartment"
Savier's Barcelona, Mei Yating's Beijing, your somewhere.
They are all at zero kilometers. You can start from there, head towards the unknown ahead, and wander all the way until
one day, you and I will say to a certain self,
"This is me!"
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