I hurried to the Jushe Tea Set after get off work, and someone just started to read a film review. For me, who has never been involved in films in this field, it is just white clouds drifting by, and I try to forget as much as I can while listening. But in the mellow and smooth voice of the reader, it seems to be slowly integrated into the prelude of this film. At that time, I was thinking that if this person went to read poetry, he would have the feeling of reading poetry. After the tea was served, the movie started. What caught my eye was a cow. In other words, the lines of a cow. The background is green mountains and forests, in the light of the sky that will be dark at dusk. The photography emphasizes the silhouette of the cow's action and posture, which is reflected in the vastness. The cow behaves exactly like a cow, and the camera admires its gait and posture like never before. The feeling that the picture presents, I have only seen it in the works of Cezanne and Gauguin. The speed of the film is as slow as your life, like running water. After that, the speed of the whole film is the same. But the opening scene has grabbed me, and it's something to watch anyway. After the plot, I dare not write again. What I want to write is that after the movie, I looked at the transparent darkness under the table in front of me and seemed to see it as it was. I feel that it is neither sour nor astringent, neither noisy nor sharp, just quietly and flowing. What I've been looking for, the essence of life, appears there so quietly, so close to me. And there were so many driftwoods between me and it before. The way you direct your photography will always give you a little color, like giving you a pair of glasses, deconstructing the way you look at life. I looked up again and saw the hollow chandelier. The texture of the wood is good, but the traces of mass production are slightly green. Another film review sounded in my ears, from a professional hand. I am grateful for the various angles of interpretation given by the author, but I am afraid that it will destroy something. Gradually, the reader's voice merged into this clear and clear, the content finally blurred, the state contained in the voice itself is enough. Unfortunately, everyone started talking about the afterthought. Pure stillness begins to be pierced by the idea of desire. But after listening, there is a simple voice, and a wider perspective complements each other, and we are getting closer. Finally, in the night wind, we went home together. In order to write down my feelings exactly, I can only cycle "Bach's Well-Tempered". Soon I felt that Bach was too fast, and "PopeyeÂÂÂ" was barely enough.
The film also ended so unexpectedly.
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