I finally watched Frid. Two months ago. This reminds me of the biography of Mrs. Fanny Stevenson. The author of the biography said in the foreword that he first saw Fang Ni in a bookstore. As soon as Fanny came in, she attracted attention and commotion. Fanni tried her best not to be noticeable, and she lowered her head and talked with the oncoming shopkeeper in a low voice. She is small, but her dress is very bold and eye-catching. She tied a big bright red flower around her ankle, which was exposed under the hem of the canopy skirt. As she walked by, there was a faint rustling sound made by the rubbing of the yarn. The author wrote that she is reminiscent of the vines and bright plants that grow in a tropical rainforest. Frid makes the same association. In the end, Frid asked for cremation, hoping everyone would be happy, but she never wanted to come back. I think if I were Frid, I would do the same, burn until there is no residue left, and never come back again. What kind of life is this! Is this her or her destiny? People like her don't know to retreat, and only decide to move forward, resolutely and thoroughly. This must be so. So while watching the fire burn to ashes, we decided to choose a peaceful day, so what about compromise? What about regressing? We are not so brave. We are afraid of such suffering, and we refuse to burn.
It's unbearable to see Frid's paintings, but what happens when people who have experienced pain look at these paintings? It’s the grief that I want to turn my head back right away...-
Seeing Frid’s benefit is that you can’t do it, you choose to be ordinary and stable after regressing.
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