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The wilderness of Idahua is as desolate and desolate as the soul. Those empty shots are so beautiful, the rhythm is slow, and sometimes they seem to be permanently stagnant, large swaths of clouds roll silently, the road has no end, and the dim world unfolds to the limit. The world is not opened like a womb, like a womb, River Phoenix curls up like a baby, always fainting, sinking into a sweet dream, the dream is always blowing with strong wind, the wind is so loud, the whole scene is swayed by the strong wind, those smiles The harmonies are not real, uncertain, like a wooden house, which may fall slowly from mid-air at any time and be smashed to pieces. Then, every time you wake up, you have to face this strange and alienated world again, like a baby born, born again and again, a nightmare destiny.

Keanu Reeves is so beautiful. His handsome face is like a cold angel. The angel is cold because of lack of emotion, and also relaxed and happy because of the coldness. It is easy to abandon what is not important if it is originally. This world is not important to him. This world only constitutes an obstacle to River Phoenix, making him clumsy like a child forever. Those eyes are really confused. Syncope or narcolepsy is actually the desire to escape, the desire to fall, the desire to sink to the bottom. Desire to go back to the mother's womb. An inward return process. Even love cannot be redeemed, hopeless love, like a gust of wind in fate, blows away in vain. River Phoenix by the fire is really the most innocent and shameless child, so he confessed nakedly, "I love you...I just love you." Like the purest sunlight, no one can look directly at it, and can only turn his head. go. Keanu Reeves looked at him, the people who had been away from the outside calmly looked at the people struggling inside, and finally pityed the howling child and gave his arms. You just want this embrace, you can sleep safely. And this embrace does not belong to you. He is always so awkward and helpless when he sleeps alone. Listening to the movements of the loving men and women upstairs, you are like an abandoned child, with panic and unknown resentment.

Once again, you lie down in the eternal wilderness of Idahua, lying down on a certain section of the highway without beginning and end. They snatch your package, your shoes, your past and future. Those empty shots are so beautiful, and the shots with you are like empty shots. You are ignorant and unconscious like a plant, and your soul has already drifted away. And this skin bag, this sensitive skin bag that is always curled up and eager to embrace, in strangers Wandering in his body.

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