Inaudible, the media said today there is the closest asteroid LEO contact our generation has ever experienced. I thought about the comet hitting the earth when I was eight years old and my dream of becoming an astronomer, watching the stars and eating pizza at night. Maybe it was the latest time. Maybe something was hiding in that faint vacuum and suddenly appeared. come and end it all.
I closed my eyes, opened my eyes, and walked back from the parking lot. I was facing the same window, as always, the stuffy air in the room. is reality.
The movie that was shown for me suddenly felt a little weird, and I wondered if it didn't come out in some brown-black dream. In the small halls of some old movie theaters, the rigid folding chairs creaked and twisted. Isn't this the style of the old stairs at the entrance of the South Building. This is my own movie. Really sweating for the movie market in this country.
After the lights were dimmed, the sound became extraordinarily clear. The voices of the mountains and the sea in the story are very clear, and in the wind I felt like I fell into the painting for the first time in a long time. Between the light and shadow, the beam of the projector passed over the heavy dust and stopped on the small screen with a subtle click of skipping frames.
I suddenly wanted to go to the mountain to find an ancient temple, only the blanks of the ruins and broken tiles, picked up the tiles, and repaired them again. It's a virtue.
If you can't choose to live, live it.
I really want to go to Ci Henan in winter, I want to go to Songshan Mountain, go to various ancient temples, and find a place that can calm my heart. I want to go to a place where I can see the windmill again, and become Don Quixote once again.
In a trance, I thought of watching the show at the North Station Theater when I was a child. It was winter. When I went out, my breath condensed into crunchy smoke, and it shattered when I touched it. The dazzling headlights shone through the air on the outer walls of the Soviet-style buildings, and the nose was full of earthy smells. At that time, my heart was at ease, my parents were by my side, and I didn’t feel lonely after the show ended. It was time to go home. Reminds me of the Christmases I spent with my parents around the millennium. Go to Meimei for a meal and watch some sensational programs. In the eyes of now, you should be laughing at yourself at that time, but you have sharp eyes and piercing ears. I felt so happy then. If you draw another prize to win a small gift, it will be the icing on the cake. When I get home, I turn off all the lights, light a green light bulb alone, or add a string of colorful lights, and dance and laugh in the living room. The thick blood is full of warmth. Calling back now, Mom and I were talking about selling the old house or something.
I need some kind of redemption, and maybe this movie alone is the opportunity.
El Camino de Santiago, Way of St. James. At the beginning of the film, I just feel that Americans are really used to standing at the top of the world. In addition to laughing at themselves, they have regarded their own lack of culture and only pretending to be ignorant and ignorant of bragging as a kind of culture. This is extremely scary. Saw a little in Midnight Paris, especially in this film. However, the scenery of this pilgrimage road itself is enough, and it is more than enough to support a good film. Even if it is scattered, it can only be said that the road film is made into a scenery film.
Go back to the state of high school, even if it is only for a moment, half a day is enough. I want to go back to an autumn day. It just rained. After the mid-term exam, everyone came to the plastic basketball court with water. The ball fell to the ground and it was difficult to bounce back, so I shrugged and shot and spent the time before dinner. . I also remembered the sprawling vineyards in many sunny movies I watched at that time, and the sun shines through the gaps in the leaves. What is the taste of the rain and sand mixed with the fragrant soil of Hegudu?
I really want to go out and travel, to travel to see what people are like, to try to fall in love with the scenery and the people I meet along the way. The hosts of those little Spanish hotels in the movie remind me of the warm and lovely people in every tourist city I've been to. That's probably how they feel when they proudly show you a clear path.
I have been imprisoned in the current situation for too long, and I have lived under the familiar roof, and I dare not do anything extraordinary. I don't know how my teenage self disappeared and evaporated without a trace, and I can only remember it from the very occasional opportunities that popped up. I don't think it can go on like this. The stereotyped life, the days when I am trapped by work and study, can I stay away from this body for a while, and don’t become an absolute inertia, I should give me a chance to breathe.
Thinking of giving up the opportunity to stop at the end of Xia, I had no regrets before that, but I read it frequently today, only sighing.
When the movie is over, it's not called the end without other people. It's time to go back. Sitting in a movie theater where I'm alone, watching the subtitles rise. What kind of apprehension and sighing in my heart.
At times like this, it's always tempting to read Conrad, his marine novels.
2011.11 at Durham
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