Seb Mayo

Domenica 2022-03-20 09:01:09

Passing through no-man’s land was careful and even slightly procrastinated. I didn’t expect the enemy’s bullet, but a mouse touched the lead of the mine. Perhaps this is exactly the cruelty of the war. Death came at an unknown time or in any way. It was just a knife, a few minutes, just a few...

Glennie 2022-03-21 09:01:09

After more than half a year, I finally sat in front of the big screen again, feeling a lot of emotions and mixed feelings. After the theater opened, I didn't go to the movies right away, until "1917" came. Feeding mosquitoes in the theater by the way, it shouldn't have to eat for two days. TAT

Dagmar 2021-10-20 18:59:52

Domestic literary film directors study hard, and long shots are not just used to pretend to be forced

Toy 2021-10-20 18:59:53

The fragrance of flowers concealed the stench of the corpse, but could not conceal the choking smell of war. The iron wire pierced the palm of the hand, and could not pierce the yearning for peace. The dagger was inserted into the chest, the blood was poured into the soil, and the fruits of peace were born. Leaning on the big tree and opening the family photos, I saw the hope of going home. He hates going home, because going home is the countdown to parting. But he hates war even more, hates running into the sky with gunfire, hates drifting in the river of corpses, hates being buried alive by rocks, hating being chased by enemies, hating sending off one brother after another. So, he exchanged the medal for wine and got drunk. Because there are no mice in Drunken Dreams that eat human flesh for lunch, and no crows roosting on corpses. There are no planes falling from the sky, no rivers full of corpses, no enemies to avenge revenge. There is no magnificent, dreadful and suffocating fire, and there is no tomorrow that does not know whether it will come. In a drunken dream, he saw Blake and his brother go back to the field, picking fruits in the orchard; he saw that he had returned to his hometown, his parents and his wife were already waiting at the door; he saw a little girl who didn't know his name came to him, thanking him for the milk...