But what impressed me more was that the pink pseudo-poison frog in the movie opened her opera singing on a lonely night and poured out her heart to the white cockatoo, because she fell in love with this cockatoo Parrots grieve as a completely different species from themselves, to the point where they die in a single hug. Pink Pseudo Poison Frog can't even shed tears when interpreting this sadness on her lover.
Later, I also saw that during the journey of the blue male protagonist and his wife and children to the tropical rainforest, there were various disagreements, such as disagreement with the route, disagreement with the father-in-law, and disagreement with the entire rainforest, because His childhood was brought up by humans, and he was familiar with remote controls, navigation, coffee, and toothbrushes. But her wife regards the rainforest as her home, and she was almost destroyed by humans...
At this point in the movie, I started to lose my mind as much as when I was a student.
When it comes to my mind wandering during my student days, I am still puzzled. Teacher - regardless of gender, age, skinny and fat, or whether they are talking about astronomy, geography, or biochemical science, they only need to say five sentences. After five sentences, I will sit in the same position and my soul will fly lightly. , passing through the ceiling, breaking through the floor above, and finally transpiring under the sun. Or the soul leaned on the window sill very self, and when it was tilted, it fell on the rubber track downstairs, and then floated out of the window on the third floor and looked at me in the classroom. Over the years, I've been out of the classroom in a variety of ways, and when the bell rings, my soul comes back with images and whimsy.
For many years, I have wondered whether my soul has not grown strong, and why it is so easy to slip out of my vertebral joints, section by section.
Maybe it's because of the surgery I had when I was four years old because of trauma.
It was a general anesthesia operation, and I was put in an anesthetic and I was unconscious. During this period, I had a dream, dreaming that I floated to the ceiling, looking at the young me on the operating table, who also looked straight at the floating me. I saw my entity being pulled very long and wide by a male doctor and two female doctors. At that time I was floating while approaching the whole thing with a completely indescribable attitude, an attitude of emptiness in a sense, but not chaos and ignorance, but a complete let-down and emptiness. As I floated on the ceiling, I thought, "Oh, that's me, I'm doing surgery, and my family is waiting outside, but who am I? What is the concept of family? These are all unfamiliar and unimportant images, and surgery can fail, I can never wake up again, it’s okay.”
This feeling at that time makes me very addicted to thinking about it, just like we have been falling and falling, and during this time, if a voice tells you: “There will never be an object that can catch you. .” Then when you land and land, it is no longer called a landing, because there is no end, so there is no passage of time, and without time, there is no result, and without results, there is no such thing as a state.
Since then, I have become convinced that we are alive with not only the physical body but another system operating inexplicably. As a result, later on, I didn’t really indulge in the various “this moment” that I felt physically.
The peculiar childhood experiences have produced various peculiar habits in my childhood. For example: when eating, you must imagine a certain scene and story with the dishes and chopsticks in front of you, otherwise you will not be able to eat. When I walk, I have to imagine that I am not walking here, but walking under the Gobi or the rocks in Africa.
Later, I started to fall in love with someone. Love in a totally self-fulfilling way. I avoid too many encounters and conversations, and I avoid the possibility of closeness. I walked into someone's life very successfully, and wandered to the end of the world with that person, and I was very cruel to us along the way. I gave this person pictures, words, games, puzzles, but not myself.
I always feel that people live in the world, and there is no so-called self.
And the person I love is a person who never lives in the future, the past and the void. For this person, everything exists only in the present moment and in front of the eyes. So, he described his feeling as: It seemed that he had never met me.
Along the way, our conversations were full of discord.
The man said, "Forget it, I can't tell."
I said, "You never understand what I mean." The
other man said, "The key is whether you understand yourself?"
I said, "I understand, of course I understand. "
Then please explain."
I said, "Forget it, I can't tell."
After saying goodbye to my lover, I embarked on a long journey back home alone in my life. I realized that
difference is the only thing that connects and separates everyone.
We are each other's poison frogs, we are each other's cockatoos. Being in love is not our relationship, our relationship is different.
I know a fairy girl who is my friend. When everyone gathers together, she will always fall into a restraint similar to autism. In this restraint, she does not pay attention to others, and some are just sensitive.
I was chatting with her the other day and asked her, "Have you ever been with anyone when you were totally at ease?"
She said, "I haven't felt totally at ease in front of anyone yet, maybe Because at that time, I was very bad."
"What is the moment when you are completely relaxed?"
"Probably when I am destroying something, that is the real me."
The girl said: "I want to push the snowman that people make in winter, and I want to put green paint on the red sofa. At this moment, I feel like I am completely relaxed."
I asked, "Then you know yourself who can produce this characteristic. Due to some past event?"
"I don't remember," she said, "but there must have been something that gave me this trait."
When I was alone, I looked back on the not so long past, my own, others', relatives, and loved ones' past. I'm guessing, if, I hadn't had that dream of surgery, if he hadn't seen the majestic sunrise in his youth, if you hadn't been knocked down by a fast-moving pebble, if she hadn't seen the flying Butterflies among flowers... Maybe our souls can be roughly the same.
But there is no if, we are only different, we are so different.
So, you always blame me for being distracted again, I've always wondered why he's always as energetic as the sun of birth and not tired, he'll get tired of you hiding from life like you've been hiding from unforeseen disasters, and there are also People are secretly resenting her precarious and desperate beauty.
Most people disagree and cannot be compatible.
But there is love.
But in love, we often seldom overcome each other's differences, we can only give up and say goodbye, and eventually become lonely planets.
So over time, more and more rare, more and more like a mirage.
The above is the synaesthesia that "RIO 2" gave me, this is a colorful movie that talks about different things. And often in happy movies, all the differences can be harmoniously unified into one.
This is the innocence and beauty of fantasy, which is always to be thanked.
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