Ceylon transforms the observation and speculation of life into every emotional shot, as if transforming its own attitude into fixed photography. It is used to undertake all the still and action films while everyone is troubled by their own troubles. They automatically block other people's affairs, and even every sound is emitting its own melancholy and uneasy. The birds and insects in the forest are calling their father's typewriter. Children are kicking their legs. Every detail of life is like a mounted wheel. Even in repeated rotations will move forward The obsession expressed from the beginning until the end has their own way out The child gets a lighter with music The father decides to defend his son and completes his own movie The future of the nephew still has no clue in the end Everything is compromised or helpless in discord Like a father using water to water a tree to put out a fire This problem of life can never be solved finally Human desires can never be satisfied I still crave that after I have a lighter A watch with music. Under the narrow skylight of Istanbul, I will long for the sky of my hometown. Then let everything condense in the half-eaten fruit and the staring face of my father. This period of time is the director's deep affection for his hometown. Nostalgia dissolves all anxiety in every corner of the village and in every creature. Think about the scattered tomatoes, the photos hidden in the stone walls, and the teased turtle. There is poetry everywhere in life. Deceiving yourself under the blue sky and blue clouds in May, the clouds are coming soon
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