Gong Ziyu
is always thinking about some subtle and terminal questions, where is the person? Can people control themselves? I still remember the jade-colored cover "Sophie's World" that I had read. In the continuous reproduction of the story, the protagonist Su Fei suddenly discovered that she was just a written gift prepared by the major for her daughter's birthday. So on her fifteenth birthday, she cried and walked into the heavy rain. I don't know if this realization is too early or too late, the so-called life is like a broken dream!
Legend has it that only true prophets can be led by God and penetrate layers of mist to reach the altar of truth. It can be seen everywhere that the carefully compiled history is packaged into wisdom and sold, but everything still makes me, a Sufism person, feel distressed after all. Where are people going? Where is the soul of a person? From time to time, I feel sad from the heart, moonlight cannot shine through the blinds of post-modern civilization. From the devout prayers of the Catholics, to the cold and frosty feelings of the ruins of Rome and the Qin brick and Han tiles, from the passionate revolution of the atheists, to the belief that there is no place to shelter like the poor sleeping on the park benches-we Ask yourself if the place where you stand was really the place where the old prosperity was? The moonlight that lured Li Bai now isolated everyone in a cold and humorous manner.
I remember watching a movie like this. The movie said that the technology of this world has been developed to recreate a virtual world. People in the real world use this program to go back to the past to play sensual games. Who knows to be a virtual world. He drove to the back of the desert, and saw the real face of an electronic program at the end of the world. He couldn’t help crying. He really couldn’t understand that he was a fake. All the clouds of wealth are just a short section Program code manipulated by others. Even more frightening is that the person who participated in the invention of this game needed to investigate a murder case. He entered the virtual world and then returned to the world he lived in. Out of some desperate fear of discovering the truth, he suddenly drove all the way to the desert. Going to the end of the world, I found that what he saw at the end of the world was the same as what the bartender saw... He was also a character in the virtual world, and people from another world were leaning down and looking at him...
just a few The lens may make you want to go to the end of the world to take a look. The territory is composed of mountains, rivers, plains and oceans. Seeing whether the end of the wasteland is a cold wonderland, and watching the web of desire, it slowly shrinks into a dead end. Ridiculous.
I often think that those of us are being held by the hands stretched out in the clouds, never knowing that what we love is actually only loved on behalf of others. Just like an online game, every word spoken is actually being typed on the keyboard by an unknown hand. In Indian legends, the world is just a dream of the gods. When the gods woke up, stretched out and yawned, the world disappeared like bubbles. Therefore, God needs a deep sleep, and the exhaustion of life is the place of nothingness. We can't know exactly where we are going and we can only follow the situation.
The most profound dialogue is not the protagonist, but the dialogue between the black detective at the end of the movie and a woman who dived into this virtual world. The
cold detective asked: So, will someone unplug me too?
The woman shook her head.
Ruthless police detective: Do me a favor, okay? When you go back, no matter where you come from... just let us stay here alone, okay?
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Every time you pass through the humid and warm hinterland of the city in the subway, you go through the light and dark again and again, it is like getting involved in a plot that can be omitted from even the most boring novel. It seems that there are no large sections of blank space, and there is no way to accept the farewell platform. I want to ask: Will it all be exhausted in such a day? Could it be that the place where people go in their lives is to write all the answers on the water?
Whether it’s a game or a dream, even if it’s grand enough to arrange a funeral for our so-called real world, in "Alternative Dimensional Hacker", all the endless prosperous beauty and endless material desires, and the turmoil are just A power plug in the computer room.
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