others the scenery of postcards in the hands of others, and so on. The ultimate big boss dare not
look up , maybe the edge of the vast galaxy is a huge plastic photo frame.
Ever thought you would be the center of the universe? The sun in the sky is made of moon cakes, the camera is buried in the
wall, Eason Chan's concert is held for you, and passers-by look at you with a smile that is not a smile. You look back
and everything continues to be in order.
Children who grew up under high pressure and tyranny are all in the world of Trumen, Chu table, and Chu chairs. The outside
world is full of filth, hypocrisy, deceit, and violence. If you don't believe me, walk around and come back, the lethality must be greater than the
violent tsunami. Look, pave a sterile space for you, a road that does not kill brain cells and quietly grow old and die
. You are a broiler whose legs have been plucked. How can a broiler have any thoughts?
How could a broiler say: "It's a pity that you can't put a camera in my head." The
audience and Truman, as well as the director who exists like a god, stand on two sharp opposites. Spending
countless , ruining a person's normal life trajectory, turning into a laughable and generous clown, eating, drinking and laughing without being told by others
, just for an ironic experiment to demonstrate
two arguments: First, Isolate the dirty world, and the quality of the children raised in captivity is more charming, more uplifting, and more
active. This move will surely open up another earth-shattering business opportunity. Second, human nature
likes leisure and dislikes labor. How many people, knowing the truth that they may die without a corpse in the face of thorns and thorns
, step on their left foot without turning back with a witty word.
Truman leaves. The audience rejoiced and the studio was miserable. The emotional actress ran out wearing
clothes , she waited for him to be released after serving his sentence, and he did not disappoint the world.
If one day, you walk to the sea and the sky and find that the white cloud is within your reach, it is made of cotton candy,
eat it, then whistle, swear, spit phlegm, and plunge into the freedom of darkness
.
The outside world is wonderful, the outside world is helpless.
It sucks, but you gonna love it.
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