We went with Hippo to look for the stall at the entrance of the school where we had eaten before. After wandering around in the alley for a long time, we couldn't find any familiar flavors. The smells in those memories all flew away on the UFO.
If everyone's life is made up of trivial fragments of memory, we are undoubtedly lost forever. When the carrier of the memory disappears, the memory also overturns, and may be thrown in the corner of the head where the garbage is stored, but it cannot be activated.
China is in an era of emerging construction. Every city is building roads, renovating, and building houses. Those dilapidated houses with the word "demolition" written in red paint on their walls, the fenced-in road that is about to become rail transit No. N The road of the line, maybe our childhood or adolescence.
I stood on the outside of the screen and took pictures of the Chinese people's survival dilemma presented by Jia Zhangke. I didn't dare to say anything. No matter what I said, I felt that I was scratching my head. A bigger and broader real living space for Chinese people, unadorned, without gorgeous gold, extravagant feasts, and will people lean over beyond gold and feasts to see good people? I thought it was not. In this living environment, although there are few people who tell the truth, there are even fewer people who are willing to listen to the truth. Self-deception is the survival ability of human beings, and it will jump from skill to instinct over time.
Roots are lost, memories are lost, and people are getting thinner and thinner. The silent landscape in the long shot, the light mist on the river, and the rumbling buildings collapsed. Jia Zhangke once said: I am a present, not an intruder.
His shots are not top-down with a sympathetic vision. He can be any dark-skinned migrant worker in the Three Gorges Project, a little brother who imitates Chow Yun-fat's way of lighting a cigarette in the movie, or Han Sanming, he doesn't have to do it Substitution method, this formula is also established.
From time to time in the movie, there are several bad songs, "Two Butterflies" and "Mouse Loves Rice". They were conveyed through a child's voice and at one point seemed so pathetic. Survival is not easy, and love is so extravagant. The meeting between Han Sanming and his wife 16 years later was silent and sad, saying: Are you hungry, can I buy you a bowl of noodles? Made the opening remarks, one sentence: Why didn't you come to me earlier. Finished. And that sentence: I can't talk about my husband, follow him to give me a bite to eat. It almost reminds me of what Xiao Xie said: I used to be a girl, I used to have dreams, but what is the reality.
The white rabbit toffee that they shared with each other was sweet and bitter. Jia Zhangke may want us to see that life, like lies, is covered with honey, but the bitterness of essence permeates the loss of everyone, and it is irreplaceable and unchanging.
And this is like a mystery, unspeakable.
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