Some stories about love, Antonioni & Wim Wenders. But it's not love or stories thinking, it's those swaying beautiful shots, like butterflies dancing through flowers. I just felt that, in fact, the understanding of the image itself transcends the judgment of the event. Just turned the angle, why is the world so different?
Sitting on the bed, looking up, looking through the edge of the glass window, imagine that the perspective is extended, and you can see the sky hidden by the walls.
The hustle and bustle of the afternoon, transpiring in front of your eyes, blocks the distance between people and the world. When they stay on the branches and leaves of green plants on the windowsill, it is very slow, and those tiny particles melt, making you suddenly think that time is actually such a thing, some A process of unknowingly happening and slowly annihilating.
The streets were crowded with people, and this was just one of many dull summer days, with the sun burning like fire at noon and light clouds in the evening. Those smells, as always, are the feasting of food stalls and the damp water plants on the banks of the Kunyu River, as well as basketball, cold drinks and short skirts with suspenders.
There are friends around, love or not love the tragicomedy, in fact, it doesn't matter who hurts who, the injured hurt themselves. Therefore, it is possible to have a home, and it is better to just love each other than to get along.
But do you sometimes feel that all this is just an illusion, the so-called love and trust in life, deceiving themselves with unjustifiable purposes and false meanings.
The famous ancient Roman politician Cicero said sadly: Our senses are limited, our intelligence is weak, and our life is too short.
This is actually our long-standing sorrow and the source of our weak character. When you experience pain or pleasure, endure it alone, turn around slowly, and finally meet yourself behind a door, you can't help but burst into tears. You cry to the bone and blood, and you are moved, because you suddenly realize that this is just a game played by time and you.
We are just looking for ourselves.
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