The film was slow and we were stuck in the big sofa, Enjoying the imaginary Vietnam: streets, tricycles, poor children, foreigners, the Mekong River, Caihe Nu... In fact, the distance from Hanoi to us is much smaller than the distance from Beijing, the tune of Vietnamese, the singing of folk songs, listening to It sounds like the dialect of any town here; the sweat of the rickshaw driver, the rain from morning till night, the fan in the play rattles up, the hot and humid air seems to stick to me at once—everything is familiar
Because the temperature is just right this afternoon, because we have a lot of time, because the TV at Z’s house is reddish, because there is no plot in this film, the familiar experience under the camera presents a strange beauty, becoming The amorous feelings, those good and bad, have become the personality of this country, which is neither for discussion nor for revealing, but only to show. I was silly when I watched "The Smell of Green Papaya" a few years ago, I was expecting it to tell me a story about Vietnam with nose and eyes, but nothing happened, I thought it was not a fu Xian, the little heroine was just plain bland Growing up slowly and going through some ordinary experiences, I was quite disappointed at the time. But this afternoon, I watched "Love Three Seasons", and I suddenly hoped that nothing would happen in the middle of it. I know that the stories of several people who are parallel to each other in the front must be related to each other. I am afraid of their natural life and mine. The imaginary kingdom will be destroyed by the arrangement of the plot.
Fortunately, I and the French veteran just bought a bunch of flowers from Caihe girl. Fortunately, the tricycle driver only drove the little boy who lost his suitcase. Fortunately, the little boy didn't get into a car accident while playing football in the rain. An unexpected decision.
I'm satisfied, the sky is getting darker outside, if there is any obvious feature of the city's seasonal changes, I think it's just the speed at which it gets dark.
(January 03)
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