Static stills and texts can be opened and viewed at any time, so that I feel that they truly belong to me. Pictures can capture an instant impression; words can transform instant feelings into lasting handwriting, adding a little more eternal self-comfort.
Watching the best time, I feel that there is nothing to write about. In front of it, for the first time, I found that the obsession to turn the moment into eternity was so weak.
Which period of time would you say is the best?
It was the little billiard girl who saw Brother A Bing who was looking for her from afar. She couldn't remember to put down her cue, and she couldn't remember giving up her seat to pour tea, and she just looked at him and smiled deeply?
It was the brothel woman who saw that the scholar was willing to pay for the redemption of her sister, and secretly thought that she had hope for her home, and smiled lightly under her eyebrows?
Or is it a rebellious girl who gets on the motorcycle of a photographer, doesn't trust anything, but doesn't care about anything, and smiles indifferently in her indifferent eyes?
I think the movie is probably not about comparing which time is the best. It is not to tell three stories or record three times, but to describe an attitude towards time.
In every era and every kind of life, there are one or two best moments like this. When you just want to look forward to it, it does not come; when you want to seize it, it has passed. No matter how diligent or recalling, I have left all the debris of time on the ground; what I can pick up is just my own obsession.
Just like the girl I used to be my confidant, like the teenager I had a crush on or an unrequited love for. In those moments of verbal confrontation or silent heartbeat, it is still full of unconfidence, uncertainty, confusion and unease. Expecting a better scenario in the imagination, in fact, never actually happened. It wasn't until those uneasy moments were over that it seemed to begin to understand that the best times were over.
But those past are really the best times. Or was it because of the past that it was projected on the best illusion in my mind, and was it able to dilute the discord or hurt at that time?
Time, time, what do you ask people to do? If you want to look forward to the best, what you look forward to is just an illusion; if you want to miss the best, what you miss is just an obsession. Or to say, "the best time is to be let down". Those young days, after being let down, slowly became the best.
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