I have two paths in my head, I remember it clearly. Both paths appeared in my dreams, and were repeatedly and continuously enhanced and portrayed when I recalled my dreams every day.
The first way. I dreamed that I was playing in Nanjing. I had to climb a mountain alone to reach a subway station called Wulukou, where I would take the subway. Before climbing that mountain, I strayed into a temple. This temple is right beside the noisy road. Three nun-like people stopped me to give me the incense money. I said it was inconvenient to worship Buddha, so I slipped away under their resentful eyes. Then I started to climb that mountain, and I don't know when I got a friend by my side, and we both climbed together. This mountain is very steep, there are autumn grasses that are waist-deep, winding paths, loess, looking back at the bottom of the mountain, a big river flows... I cried while walking, and my friends hugged me and said they believed me. I cried for no apparent reason, and she did not comfort for no apparent reason. In the end, they didn't climb over the mountain and didn't find Wulukou.
Second way. The way home from elementary school. In my dream, I carry my schoolbag and go home alone. The direction and twists and turns of the road, the trees by the roadside, and the lush greenery along the roadside are clear. Since then, I have forgotten the real road, no matter how much I remember, I can't remember the slightest bit. The road in the dream dominates and squeezes out the real. The childhood memories are really long, and the road to study has long been destroyed. I can't find out how much the road in my dreams is like the past.
After watching this movie, I thought of these two dream paths for no reason. The causal relationship may not be able to be concluded. It can only be said that they have some kind of similar energy radiating to me.
Does the image reflect reality? Are the memories reliable? Did it exist in the past? What are we talking about now? What will happen in the next moment? There is no answer.
If one day, I go to Nanjing again, I will not take the subway, because I am afraid that Wulukou subway station will appear on the map, and I am afraid that my Wulukou subway station will not appear on the map. The safest way is not to look at the map, nor to go to Nanjing.
Just like the cameraman in the movie picked up the imaginary ball, dipped it, and threw it to the group of people. My Wulukou subway station was only passed through in my head a few times, and I threw it to the sleepy young man who was dreaming.
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