, none of you have grown old, you just stood in the middle of the road and cried.
Typhoon No. 29 and the cancelled flight are containers for memories. They are like toys from your childhood. You can clearly remember where the dust is, but you can't find it. Or, you are well dressed and in a hurry, and you don't really want to bend down and drop a pile of dust from the past, with a gray face and a confused look.
You are not them, they are the little puppets in the movie who are led by the director to perform sorrows and joys, and a cassette is a prop that can be brought by beckoning. Your memories are more like the red sweater that Ritsuko wore when he was a child. You reluctantly wore them and laughed at the embarrassment of growing up. The memories are riddled with holes and can no longer cover your hardened body and mind, and there are signs of shrinkage everywhere.
You staggered through the streets, your heart was surging but your face was calm, you were destined to no longer be that arrogant you, who could not attract anyone's attention.
The tape thrown is the arc of time going back to the past. You keep running and running. The 138-minute movie is very short and very long. In the real world, you travel thousands of mountains and rivers, and memories arrive in one minute. You fell and fell into a handsome young man in a white shirt, and you dreamed that the corners of your mouth were full of sweet smiles.
1986. Every moment you write down on a notepad is not the prosperity of the moment. The sun is burning, the lips are dry, you have no sound engineer, and you cannot howl like wolves in the past.
white shirt. blue pants. Gardenias are very fragrant. There is nothing special about the 100% skirt. The girls in the K room sang slobber songs indifferently. The shoddy innocence of the post-industrial era is the hallucinatory opium that you hold in your arms to fight against life and death. The people who make the movie are all legendary martial arts masters. The wind blows and the clouds blow, and the fireworks are scattered. As soon as they make a move, they catch your weakness in the real and false.
You are wearing a long trench coat and smiling tiredly, recalling or meditating, doodling or fiction, it is all a lie. The woman you pressed against the wall and kissed fiercely has a waist like a water snake. If you want to say it, leave it. To refuse also welcome. The temptation of opium perfume, you are finally completely weak, watching her body become light and thin. The light and thin blade entered your soul, spattering blood and blurring the awake eyes.
Then you see her. Aki Hirose is not particularly beautiful, but she has the cuteness most young boys like. A solemn memorial service, late boys whispering, vulnerable girls crying softly. Playground with high stands. The girls were talking about movie stars with small fans, and the boys were talking about the prettiest girlfriends on the railings. She is not actually her, but your whole youth, a lonely boy in the old days.
Then you see him. The stadium and the stage are full of brilliance, but you are a little girl who does not know the heights of the sky and only smiles softly at the people you like. You crouch on the steps and wait for him on the motorcycle. The chasing game between men and women is to imitate the businessman's scheming and intrigue, but the people in the film smile sincerely, that is, the past life and the present life, there is no turning back, many parallel sentences in Qiong Yao's novels.
Years past is another form of travel. You walk on every branch that grows next to you, and the details are the most moving, shaking the backbone of life. At every fork in the road, there are road signs for you to recognize each other. The boy who used to be inferior has grown into a silent man. The narrative is an understatement, and the people who have lost their love all develop fetishes. You were tricked into finding lost memory keys in front of the screen, rewinding, rewinding, chasing your own shadow like a simple little animal.
The movie is set in the drama of Romeo and Juliet, going around and over again, you most envy the people who live in the drama, even if life or death, even if it is irreversible. Your so-called pure love is usually called "puppy love" by them, but puppy love in the 21st century is not uncommon. But he opened his palms and she opened her eyes. Why are they still discussing the metaphysics of love and life in the midnight wave.
He is sitting on the roof, she is leaning on the windowsill, the feelings of being together will fade, and death will last for a long time, and only it can resist forgetting. laugh. Is this the view of life and values of the Yamato nation, or is it the first time I started to think about contradictions at a young age.
An old man in love on a rainy day, a flower of no regrets in the war, on a certain day in a certain year, holding the hand of your lover, you look back and see him, thinking that he is your yearning and oath, a previous life. And future generations, it is a pity that only Liang Zhu is the only pair of butterflies that broke the chrysalis. Li Bihua said that it is not as beautiful as imagined. Why did you become the lonely look you are now?
There are many vulgar episodes of leukemia, but besides that, what romantic ways are there to make love disappear and let love continue?
They and you, you and us, we and them, only experience the pain to the bone and the success of the choreography. Have you looked at each other's handwriting or listened to each other's voice and smiled knowingly? Have you laughed and bowed your head shyly? Have you ever secretly traveled or even ventured without your parents? Have you ever wanted to kiss or even Doing things, one of the loves did nothing in the end, have you ever written two people's names on the dew-stained windows, painted hearts or something... That dilapidated house is as beautiful as an oil painting, Old-fashioned things can also be called "nostalgia" by cultural people. When you were young, "you should talk about ideals when you kiss."
Maybe there is, maybe not. She waved her hand down on the small hill, no matter how boring and boring the past was, she always disappeared in the most beautiful posture in the movie. You also don't remember if you ran wild with her father's car, and you don't remember whether you ever carried you behind your back, loved you, and lost the man you kept calling your name. In the story, my mother Zhang Ziyi was going back and forth on a mountain road. They just have the ability to let you throw away your body and throw it away. At this moment, run, run, run, you are them. Going back to the past is not like buying a pirated disc. Effort.
Memories exude the smell of decay and entanglement in the way of movies, but the girl's voice in headphones, tapes, and SONY's Walkman is so clear. Sakutaro is not good-looking at all, but the mature and vicissitudes of life man walking alone is heartbreakingly sad. He walked along the coastline wrapped in a windbreaker, walked under the wire net, and walked on the campus of the past. He smiled softly when he remembered the past and cried helplessly now. The empty and floating body was absorbed and traversed by a sound. The lame Ritsuko stood quietly outside the screen crying, and the past also left a mark on her body...
Watching the movie, you saw each other's hallucinations, and you forgave the person who stood by your side at the end. They have the same indelible memories as you. Maybe love never existed. This is another paradox. The young girl took the old man's hand, leaned gently on his arms, and said, "I love you"... The years back, the hallucination of the camera, and then you were called by the sharp phone ringing Broken, if the movie is real, you can believe that even if all beliefs in the world are wiped out, there is a person who can make you cry, and that is happiness.
The end result is cheesy. The dead are gone, the living are reborn. After being shaken off the dust, the robes of memory enter the cycle of time again. Their lives are just like yours and nothing new. When he picked up the little girl named Ritsuko, he picked up another unknown fate. He saw himself in a white shirt running over in front of him. It was still Typhoon No. 29, and it was still a cancelled flight. One man and one woman have already changed objects, so maybe it's you who will appear next time. And you used to be the big and small supporting characters who smoked cigarettes in the indifferent airport hall and didn't know each other. I can't tell which is the background of life and drama.
You ruthlessly watched this soulful disc with English subtitles in the middle of the night without the native language, so as to comfort yourself that you have not learned English in vain for many years. No one was killed or injured. Later, you finally became as vicissitudes as you imagined. You stood facing each other in the middle of the road and recognized each other. Countless young children crossed the river of time, crying and laughing.
Your last shot is so tiny. Calling out love at the center of the world seems like a ridiculous joke, or a romantic pretense.
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