Tiantian lotus ponds, large white lotuses bloom peacefully. The boat with only one person passed slowly, and the water on the lotus leaf swayed silently.
The buds that were picked when the sun first rose were still shrinking, and some of them began to bloom in the street market, and the life of the lotus continued. Graceful. It was a look that a lasting but lifeless artificial flower could never match.
"You don't smoke, and you don't drink, what are you doing?" The Vietnamese language was sonorous, with a twisted tone. I don't know if there is no translation, the whole film only has English subtitles.
For this question, if you answer "life", I don't know if it will make her laugh. The whole of his life is on a tricycle. Going uphill, downhill, turning, reading books, saving people, and picking up that gorgeous short-haired woman every day, listening to her talk about the more and more hotels she opened, the avenues full of kapok in her memory, and she never stayed overnight with guests. Habits, her desire to sleep in an air-conditioned room all night. She said recklessly, and he remembered it without saying a word.
The big-eyed boy has been wearing a raincoat, searching for his grocery box on the wet Vietnamese streets. Walking around the streets, you have a panoramic view, never explaining, never complaining, just looking. Only once, with a childlike expression on his face, he gestured happily with his hand at the back of the movie screen, but then he broke the curtain, appeared in front of the stunned audience, and was chased and run again.
Aged American veterans sit on the streets all day, looking for the woman in the photo. The noisy street scene is almost identical to that seen in Full Metal Jacket, tying the two parties together in a wondrous way.
Everyone has a look that makes me anxious. The lotus-picking girl bought a plastic fake lotus out of curiosity and carefully put it down her nose to smell it—she couldn't understand why this kind of flower could have the fragrance of lotus?
The tricycle driver took the short-haired woman to stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the streamer of bright colors downstairs. His hands were tense and brushed lightly over her ears and her shoulders, his breaths balanced, but there was no lust.
The little boy finally found his suitcase and was carried in the arms of a man who was lying on the street. He was stunned for a few seconds, and gently pushed the man's head with his hand - almost, he saw another death.
The American man finally sat opposite the woman, talking about the past. The sound of hawking outside the window reminded him, and he hurriedly took out the lotus flower he just bought as a gift to her.
We must be confused and overwhelmed with the things and people we love. Only if you don't care can you be calm and chatty.
These people at the bottom are living down-to-earth and loving life. They have rough skin but sparkling eyes. They have no resentment, no ambition, no shame. But there are rare but persistent energies converging. Sharing medicated oil with comrades pulling carts, letting the chased people get on the cart without saying a word, giving generously to those who know flowers, putting paper boats on the stagnant river by the roadside, and borrowing a roadside rickshaw on rainy days The straw hat will be returned naturally after the rain stops. The people rejoiced for a tricycle race and crowded around. It is endless, it is the excitement and desolation in the world that I cannot understand.
What I want to say is that everyone is so clean and determined. Do what you do, and experience everything you meet with your heart. No unreasonable thoughts. To be a lotus-picker is to use your hands to pick out the most beautiful lotus flowers, and to sing a song uncontrollably, which is so beautiful and majestic; to be a tricycle driver is to save enough energy, pull the car well, and follow the woman you like. She protects her, silently remembers her wish, and quietly waits for an opportunity to realize it; what and who is looking for, stick to it, and you will surely find it.
That's what they call a poetic dwelling, and I can only call it alive.
Powerful people change others. People without power are changed.
Both the lotus-pickers and the tricycle driver seem to be the most powerless, paying the hardest labor and earning the hardest life. But they are the ones who know best. She made the ghostly leper come out of the darkness, face herself, and start writing poetry again; he made the bluffing woman remove her makeup and return to a warm life.
White lotus, fiery red kapok.
Both are the cleanest colors and are the base colors for life.
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