I was 22 years old in the summer, bathed in the clear air after a heavy rain, and at this time I think I still have to say that the best times are in the past.
Under the clean shirt and running shoes of 14 years old, sitting behind a bicycle in the wind of 16 years old, on the crowded train platform of 18 years old, on the bluestone path in the spring breeze in March of 20 years old, not in the present, not in the lazy summer of 22 years old .
This summer is quiet and seldom disturbed. Although the world outside the window is sometimes scorching sun and sometimes raining, but my world is so quiet, as quiet as an afternoon nap, I know that this summer will not let me remember too much.
It is not the summer when we are still agitated, the old place is no longer with us, the old time is looming in the corner that turns suddenly, it only has a vague silhouette, we finally fly away from the city like birds one by one, it is in The sound of our flapping wings gradually fell silent.
When you are nostalgic, go to Hou Xiaoxian, the best time.
Three stories, three generations, all I want to express is time, the old songs I remembered in the Kaohsiung billiards room in 1966, the brilliance of Onagaki's silky satin in 1911, and the entanglement of desires in Taipei in 2005. It is a quiet movie with music that leads the way, taking you into the old age and into the swamp of time.
Hou Hsiao-hsien may just want to be a thread leader. When everyone reaches out and pulls, there must be expectations in their hearts, and it is always the best time that is connected to their hearts.
The helpless thing is that the best time is like a bird, flying suddenly, and suddenly startled. The good times that we hold in our hands are sometimes nothing but a feather and a setting sun.
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