I insisted on watching the movie to the end. I once advertised that I was a boring movie champion, but I still felt hungry, thirsty, bored and sleepy halfway through. Everyone murmurs like a writer, being in it, out of the world, free to come and go, and compassionate feelings.
Few people can see poetry in the hometown. “It’s been a long time since the river discovered its own riverbed. The stagnant river water began to flow endlessly.” Wenders always pays attention to those travelers who are fixed in the same place. Wish to read. I have been away for too long, too long. So I longed for the real feeling: feeding the kittens and having a high fever.
They live mysteriously and poetically in the movie, but there is still a lot of confusion in reality. Can you be sure that you have been with one person forever? Do you abandon immortality just to get those scarlet or sauce-yellow food remnants? There is always a person who is lonely because of love first, and those who come later come forward, and they rush to the sculpture in the square, but their whereabouts are unknown.
The angel was very quiet when sitting among the children watching the circus performance. He looked at the cheers of the children and the childish but strange performances with a little surprise. Only then can you feel that you are free to be in it. You can understand or grasp the crowd you are in, you will not get lost, or you are willing to get lost. I often walk to the door of the elementary school by myself. The children’s chaotic speech on the playground makes you unable to help but look up at the sky, close your eyes, and there is a river in your heart. Suddenly it starts to flow. This is the source of life. It’s already Not affiliated with you.
The angel had been away from the mortal world for too long. He touched the mortal past lightly as if he had been in a lifetime, and the man beside him screamed harshly when he jumped down the tall building. Julian whispered softly in prison, living alone...what kind of pain. How could an angel say, "Lonely and helpless, let it happen, we are just cautious savages." It is
so good to live on the spirit, day after day. Close people are sleeping sweetly in the room next door, what a peaceful Sunday, feeding the kittens. Have a high fever. When you are pessimistic, I will save you, "The master swinger broke his neck", I will hold on to the rope that holds you and me tight, and hold my breath.
I can never stand at a certain level of high appraisal of images, my thinking is always chaotic, and I would rather high-five than record the feeling of passing away in the face of beautiful pictures. Watching movies is a private matter. We are not angels. I can only explain this.
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