Asia Minor, the opposite side of mainland Greece, across the Aegean Sea. Troy in the heroic period of Greece, Ionia, Ephesus, and the earliest philosophical school of Miletus are all here. "King of kings" Darius I once traveled through Asia Minor to fight the great Alexander the Great. Constantine the Great moved the capital to Byzantium, and Asia Minor was ruled by the Eastern Roman Empire for thousands of years. Even in these thousands of years, there were still Catholic Crusades. In the end, Asia Minor fell into the hands of the Ottoman Empire, and today's Turkey.
The wind in Asia Minor was cold and biting, and even through the screen, I could feel the roar of the wind and the pain from scratching my face. The car in the night, the lights in the dark, lead to confusion and the unknown. The dry grass under the headlights is large and large, and the wind wakes up the original power, which seems to be about to burn. The ancient stone carvings under the thunder and lightning are scattered in large fields and hills. Fear and despair have come from thousands of years ago and are unstoppable. The fruits that are naturally ripe are blown off by the wind and fall into the stinky ditch, as if their destiny is to wait for rot.
In the land of Asia Minor, the wind of history has never stopped. Civilization is a civilization built of blood. Different civilizations from all sides are intertwined and impacted here. It seems that even the air is full of embers of blood, and finally deposited into thick soil. History is the father of all contemporary people. Modern Turkey is burdened with a heavy history, hesitant and hesitant. Young people have moved away and rushed to the ideal world of Western civilization, leaving behind the old, the re-grown in the soil, and the beautiful girl, waiting to rot. The once-bright Islamic civilization is now like a big net, tying Turkey tightly, but the genes of 2,000 years ago are shouting, and the only thing that can be sure is the current difficulties.
In this darkness, the girl holding the lamp is a beauty. Holding the light and coming slowly, the room is full of brilliance. In the hearts of everyone, there seems to be hope again. The criminal cried bitterly, the police felt sympathy, the doctor knew he couldn't do it, and the prosecutor suffered mental punishment.
During the day, the dead have died, and history is annihilated in time and space, while the living will face the sun and think about the problem of survival. The child has just been released from the grief of losing his father and returned to the world of children, but there are hints of the fate of losing his father again when he is old.
No one knows where the lost Turkey will go, but the wind in Asia Minor will not stop.
The shots of Ceylon are calm and restrained, and detailed. Compared with "Distant", the wind is stronger, not only the falling leaves, but also sneering and waiting for the opportunity to tear people apart. Ceylon's ambitions are big enough, the photography is great, the rendering is just right, and what's missing is overall control.
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