When I watched "Days on the Clouds" a long time ago, the wind was light, and no matter how heavy the brushstrokes were. Looking again now, I realized that this is an intriguing work that makes people feel low.
Just tell the first story. He fell in love with her at first sight. She introduced him to the same hotel and waited for him in an adjacent room all night, but he didn't knock on the door. When they met again, she took him to the house, and the two faced each other naked, but he still did not touch her.
He was infinitely close to her body, and his hand was moving a millimeter away from her body, as if touching, but never touched.
She closed her eyes, but all that was waiting was the sound of him closing the door. She ran to the window sill and watched him leave. He looked back at her...
Narrator: He had always loved the woman he had never had, perhaps because of his stupid self-esteem, perhaps because the city was too silent.
I remembered a story about a Liao Zhai that someone told me. A princess in the sky and a boy in the world played chess. One day, the boy held the princess’s hand. The princess said slowly and asked a question. If we are chess friends, we can spend 30 years. Years, being a husband and wife can only last three years, which one do you choose?
It is a story of possession and loss. It takes only three years to own everything, and thirty years to keep a distance. If you decide to own it, you must accept the loss, and if you choose long-term, you must give up owning it. Fish and bear's paw can't have both. So Antonioni simply chose a more nihilistic departure in order not to lose.
the reality is cruel. There is a dividing point between possession and loss. From the moment of possession, the countdown to loss begins. Although possession is short-lived, and loss is long-lasting, however, the two have experienced each process of meeting, falling in love, joining, and separating, and this is the existence of love. And forever immersed in the imagination of love that will not lose its color, staying in the beauty of love brought by distance, although it is more lasting, it is the emptiness of love.
Living people live in real realities, constantly losing, and constantly possessing. Just like Xu Zhu committed suicide before breaking into his birth, learning to lose is the real existence.
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