impatient to go out on a rainy day, so I chewed and reminisced about this film at home. About this rare film "August Photo Studio", which is not like a Korean movie, And the fleeting traces in those time memory sticks.
There are often surprises outside the set, so sometimes I think Runtu's songs are very pleasant, not just Mayday.
It often rains in winter in Shanghai, and the cold water vapor disappears into transparent rain three thousand feet above the sky, turning it into a perfume in the winter sky. But there is always a year when snow is seen. Maybe this year.
The story is on a few quiet and old streets, and a small photo studio witnessed their silent encounter.
The bland and soothing plot expands, from summer to fall, to the end of Christmas with a heavy snowfall.
As if it were all just a loose fever, watching them fall far away after an expired shot.
It was the beginning of the cloud and the wind, and the end was after the snow stopped, and all the details that really touched the heartstrings were condensed in each white six-petal flower.
That wonderful encounter was like a cold dream.
The male protagonist's deep emotional restraint is moving, everything is natural rather than contrived, and the director's skills are also average.
But all of this is not the point.
In this age of chaos, a young child like me with a low IQ and a low EQ is really dangerous. I am like a young dinosaur, often sticking out my head to look at the quiet, but in the turbulent life, I have lost the peace I treasure most. This night, "August Photo Studio" surprised me. I have become increasingly impetuous in the process of joining the WTO for a job for more than a year. Will my words and deeds mixed with utilitarianism and hostility also make passersby pick up their belongings? Feel sick.
Life is inherently imperfect. Am I being too impatient until the good times come.
It turned out that I turned a blind eye to all the wonderful scenery, but I kept my eyes on the things left in the middle.
The male protagonist hides all his loneliness, sadness, happiness, warmth and love. He inscribes his reluctance and nostalgia in his camera world, but he never uses prematurely decaying language to scribble easily.
I think, I should try to learn from him. On a sunny afternoon, I will meet such a soft state of mind again.
The winter in this city is accustomed to such an understatement unconsciously.
Roughly speaking, on that straight avenue, I just walked and learned to walk through the green, and the east and the west were successful.
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