I saw down-to-earth folk players, playing violins, with oil on their noses. No superfluous expressions. In the folk, they don't need it, they just need music. Their vocation is to sing out the hearts of the villagers, their love, and their sorrows.
I saw a beautiful teenage girl praying in front of the vanity mirror, her future destiny was uncertain. From closing her eyes to opening them, the window of her soul extends beyond the window. But that serene look has captured the audience forever.
"Woman of my.life"
I saw a huge portrait of Stalin, drifting above the chorus. It was an undisguised voice, a huge presence, propaganda ideology, fervent encouragement from leaders, and each of us was turned into a screw. Folk art has been transformed into sacrificial music by magic wands, into regular troops, and as part of state ceremonies.
I saw the struggle of the two lovers, the anxiety of fate, the tearing of emotions, and the last powerlessness.
I saw that after World War II, year after year, history extended, developed, perverted, and prevailed according to his own will. The rise of jazz in Paris was no accident. He kind of wanted to tell the story of a Pole in Paris.
I saw that there was no real communication between people. I saw two souls and was unwilling to stop entanglement.
They are in the Seine at night, watching the soul of Paris, watching the rose window of Notre Dame, watching those cheating people, watching the bustling shadow. This set of shots is impressively reminiscent of Evans' similar work in Paris back then. It was a frightening glimpse of genius. But accidentally hit the soul of Paris.
I saw two extremely talented people huddled together in a small attic the size of a palm. I saw a lot of thick books that were randomly placed on the shelves. I saw the vase in the early morning, and there was no bone flower in it.
I saw Zola doing nothing in the eclipse bar, bored. Suddenly pick up a little boy, the carnival of two people, the same dance and swing.
And in the end, just like the process of Tao, it tends to be quiet and silent.
Like I said before, those who carve time have all made a contribution.
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