He heard his own footsteps clucking crisply in the long hallway like a hospital. Hearing the waiter slamming on the door and saying, "Hello, waiter! Hello, waiter!" I suddenly remembered that Veronica in Paris in "The Double Life of Veronica" received a tape containing a collection of various There were a series of voices, including a female voice saying "Sorry! Sorry!", and she followed them to find the puppeteer who was waiting for her. My mind jumped, and I also began to pay attention to all kinds of sounds, including the sound of the door slamming into the keyhole when the door was closed, the sound of the phone ringing, and the sound of voice-activated lights flickering as I walked back and forth. The sound of starting when flashing; the stop and switch sound of the elevator every time it reaches a destination. . . . . . What do these voices indicate? How do they relate to me? What can I find by following this sound? In fact, the reason that brought me here is a very coincidental reason, so what doomed me to be connected to all this? I even think of another me who lives elsewhere. Even if there is really no MOMO exactly like me, it is true that the adventures of life without any warning have changed the trajectory of my life. When I live in an unfamiliar town with a lifestyle completely different from the city I've lived in for many years, I sometimes forget about my previous life. It seems that I have amnesia, because I am busy adapting to a new life, or I am attracted by the new life, or I am tortured by fatigue, just like another person living in another completely irrelevant time and space. I'm like Veronica with these two lives, one here and one over there. In the end, the Phoenix's Wei ended her chapter with a very short appearance rate. She also died of a heart-related disease, or she died of heart death. When she lingered in that unfamiliar town with her blood dripping in her heart; when she was sweating weakly over Nanhua Mountain, picking up footprints; when she went up and down with her eyes and imprinted every day and night company with infinite nostalgia When she is the object of her lonely figure; when she uses uncontrollable teardrops to blend with the tick of the rainy season, flowing across the Tuojiang River; when the newly brewed Tieguanyin on the tea table hints at the sound of parting with its fragrance; . . . . . She knew she was going to die. It's just that she doesn't know where that MOMO is in the city. Veronica in Paris told my dad I felt lonely. That's because someone in your life disappeared, Dad said. She didn't know it was because Veronica of Poland had left her life, but she could really feel lonely. I once asked someone who highly praised "Two Lives" and said softly, why didn't I understand this movie very well? Gently was very strange, he said, "How could it be? This movie is easy to understand. There are two identical people with heart disease, one in Poland and one in France, both of whom are talented in singing. The Polish one persevered and died in On the stage, it only took up about 28 minutes at the beginning. The two were telepathic. The French one felt the danger and gave up singing overnight. They only met in the chaotic environment of the demonstrations in Poland. In the car, not noticing the Polish one, who sees someone exactly like her, tries to get herself into the French camera lens. Finally, the French love object makes her so disappointed, she leaves the puppeteer and goes back to her father's Outside the house, it implies returning to the source of one's life." Actually, the story is very understandable, but I am very interested in some details inside, for example: Veronica from Poland saw the old woman stop carrying a heavy object outside the window Left and right hands are exchanged; Veronica of France sees the back of a hunched old woman on crutches outside the window. What is the connection between this? When Veronica's man from Poland came to her, he said he was staying in Room 287 of the Holiday Inn, and then Veronica from France also lived in Room 287. What's the connection? Why did France's Veronica leave her puppeteer boyfriend? Gently replied, "As for your question, I don't think the author has any meaning. It just reflects a certain moment of human existence. For example, when Kishlowski saw a real scene in life or in his mind, he felt Yes, I copied it into the movie, and the feeling it brings to the audience may be real or beautiful. Nothing deep? The experience it brings to the audience, but it can only be understood. I said that the old woman represents the god of death, but I don’t think so. In “Blue, White and Red”, there is also an old woman. I feel it is just a sigh for Zhaohua’s passing away (the young and beautiful protagonist will eventually become an old woman, You are no exception, life is only a one-way journey.) The puppeteer made her story into a theme and showed it to the public. It was originally a very sad and private story, and Veronica did not want the public to chew on it. , and the mood was full of melancholy at the time. The spiritual fields of the two were not in harmony, so Veronica left her boyfriend. They both lived at No. 287, which was a gimmick by Kieslowski, indicating that somewhere, two Veronica Cards are linked." I cannot deny these answers. When Veronica in Paris answered the unfamiliar silent phone call in the middle of the night, the shadow of Veronica in Poland sang on the wall in the happiest and most joyous image of the time. By then Veronica in Paris already knew who was on the other end of the phone, and her heart was singing happily. I'm just understanding some of the plots as I feel them, and don't get into the meaning anymore. As long as life is complete, there is always a happy state of mind. "My heart is the bird of the wilderness, and I found the blue sky in your eyes." I didn't know that I could have another life living in a foreign land with a completely different way of life. When I was in Phoenix, did this me in the city just stare at the Phoenix me and try my best to get into my camera, but I was always behind my back and insisted not to look back? So when I first brought me from the city to the town, did I follow a series of strange sounds arranged by God? Is it the pain of losing my mother that I can't let go of, the Great Compassion Mantra that has been circling in my heart for a long time? Is that a name that was searched for when the mouse was running after turning on the computer? The roar of the planes, the breathing in the clouds, the uneasy heartbeat in a strange place, the music in the bar, the silent pouring of the moonlight, the echo of the footsteps of the bluestone slabs, the twinkling of the stars; until the sound of an unfamiliar telephone. . . . . . Is everything necessarily connected? Just like exchanging conditions with the devil, my destiny is held in this way, and the city me is faded step by step. In the end, only a pair of staring eyes silently pay attention to the backs of the lives living elsewhere, but lose the ability to speak. Function. Discovering the truth is the moment of estrangement with the devil, and I am unable to insert a dagger into the chest of a lie. Perhaps Andersen has predicted that women always prefer to become soap bubbles. The Phoenix I was clutching my heart and collapsed, the only one who knew the truth was the me in the city. I murmured that I was doomed to be alone, because part of me died. The voices of mine who have guided the town are now all laughing weeds, growing wildly in front of the barren tombstones. I played a song for her called "Tick". Our existence in this world is inextricably linked. No one can explain how every simple event or ordinary encounter or even an elusive subtle voice can do to our lives. But unfortunately, these clues are the other Veronica we are hiding, and the life and death of the other party will exist in the presence of loneliness. It's just that some of us may be fortunate enough to meet, and some of us just live silently on the other side.
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