【Existence is perceived? 】
The dirtiest fishing ground in the 18th century, Ge Nuyi was born.
Her mother wanted to give it up because of poverty, but got a hard-won life with a sharp cry. He was born and his mother was hanged in the square.
After being sold to an orphanage, he was squeezed out and almost stopped breathing on a straw mat. He cried again. He was rescued, and his partner was swollen under the stick.
He was sold to work as a coolie, and the female supervisor of the orphanage who had adopted him died.
The master perfumer bought it, and the coolie was squeezed into the lake and died when he was drunk.
Embark on a quest to preserve scents when a master perfumer dies overnight in a house crash.
The conclusion is that everyone who drops him is captured by death. Because they don't give him a shred of love, their naked interests get the best irony.
You say, there is a person named Ge Nuyi? How do you know he exists? He has the dirtiest clothes, no faith in his heart, and he doesn't even know how he can prove his existence, so how can you prove it?
He was passive, dazed, and submissive, but as a result, his heart was sad. He likes to twitch his nose. At that time, he could capture the taste of thousands of miles away. He was a genius, but there was no way to prove it.
One warm afternoon, he placed a branch, some fresh leaves, and a fruit on the ground, so he raised his head, and the fragrance of the fruit of the tree drifted in. He likes to sleep on soft wood, surrounded by woody fragrance in the sun. He likes plants, likes the simple scent of plants. He doesn't hate animals either, pick up a mouse and he can smell its experience too. But he doesn't like humans very much.
The fish market is filthy, the perfume shop is ambiguous, the employer is brutal, and it is almost dark. You say that the world is harmonious, beautiful and unified, and that all things have animism and equality, but how do you prove that human beings also have beautiful fragrances?
So, at the end of the alley, he saw a girl selling apricots, about 18 years old, with a beautiful girl's body fragrance. Unconscious, uncontrolled, walking with the sense of taste. He saw a beautiful woman giving two fresh yellow apricots to beggars and homeless. Beautiful aroma, pure appearance, complemented by goodness, pure perfection. Unfortunately, she was killed by him because she was frightened.
He found fragrance in the girl, and that was almost the moment of his deliverance. Without carnal desire, he was only frightened by a long-lost clean and uncontaminated smell, followed by joy and praise, and then convulsed. This was the turning point of his life. Although he was still humble and gloomy in appearance, his mind began to find his way. When you ask him what the purpose of his life is, there will no longer be a person with a blank pupil. You will see a swirl of light from a vortex that is as deep as the bottom of a well, and he has the answer.
Your sense of smell is unparalleled in the world, you can smell the big lakes and seas and the faint fine dust, you can go beyond the distance, go beyond the depth, but one day you will be afraid, why there is no smell on your body. You are arrogant and arrogant, you decide to make the most beautiful spice, apply it on your body, make all living beings upside down, you can no longer ignore your existence, you need to be perceived, deeply perceived, and you also need to worship to fill those missing loves , to see the involuntary nature of people's primitive instincts, not the rusted functions buried under it. I would say that you are very ambitious, and that is because there are so many gaps in your past that need to be filled. And for yourself, you have never realized the lack of love.
Non-stop killing, non-listening extraction. Animal oil, extraction, commission, you've done it. But the world tells you, don't use your instinct to manipulate the world, you are the ugliest, you are deeply hurt, you should be damned. He doesn't argue either.
You just use filth to imagine cleanliness, hell to look at heaven, humble to look up to tall, frail to delusional power, submission to control, and finally to command thousands of troops with the image of God. 13 bottles, you made it. You also stopped, and even the father of the woman you killed surrendered at your feet under the scent. Some people say that you are ANGEL, you are NATURE, you are God, but I can clearly hear the contempt and hatred in their eyes a second ago, and they screamed to kill him and kill him, love and hate, hatred and worship. Why is the sky spinning in a flash?
In the end, you have completed your dream. As long as you depend on perfume, you will be perceived by thousands of people and can no longer be abandoned or left in a corner to get moldy. But no one knows, after this you will no longer have a new purpose in life.
In fact, you are basically in a state of being in a loveless vacuum, and at the last moment, it seems like a man who is a man and a man, rushing towards you, until you are spinning. You are very pitiful, either light enough to have no taste or strong enough to make you dizzy. You can't find the basis of balance, which is also called your lost. You used to think that extremes bring the first instinctive senses and disdain to associate with the middle. You like total defeat and sass on the top, and at first you go back to where you are and disappear. You are just a joke, fate gave you the opportunity to let you go on a journey and quickly understand the shattered bones between getting too much and getting nothing.
Thanks TOM TYKWER, I wanted to know more about this story and I decided to read the original.
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