It's like three or five friends drinking tea and talking about romantic anecdotes in the city. Woody Allen was also a guest. He sat in the corner with his right hand on his cheek, tilted his head and listened to the gossip and dog blood in the mouths of the audience with interest. He shook his pocket and told a story with a smile.
The story is not complicated, just like most of the jokes, in the boundless grass, a young man and woman, with their own thoughts and hopes, meet and separate, experience a period of life, separate and reunite, and examine each other's life. Appearance, looking back at the choice he had made at the beginning, leaving a sad face.
It's always easy to be pretentious when you're young. Self-confessed to be able to become famous, but also self-proclaimed to be otherworldly. However, when faced with a choice, only to find that he still fell into the cliché of the dust net. Mastering the "right to choose" seems like a sweet burden, but in the high-sounding rules, under the sanctimonious skin, human nature is often free in the gray area, so most people become unhappy. They are carefully calculating and weighing, and they are also hesitant to worry about gains and losses. Just like the successful Uncle Phil in the story swaying between new and old loves, Pooh has a hard time deciding between falling into a life of infatuation or being content with a simple and free life, and Bobby shuttles between the past of love and parting and the present that he can't ask for.
If there is choice, there will be abandonment, if there is abandonment, there will be regret, if there is regret, there will be delusional thoughts, and if there are delusional thoughts, there will be extravagant desires. But dreams are dreams. Therefore, no one knows whether Pooh and Bobby will be connected or forget each other, just as no one knows whether Bobby's sister wants the neighbors to disappear completely from the beginning. Evil, no matter how small, is evil, there is no excuse. Fortunately, there are various rhetoric in speech, escaping the crime and punishment in the heart.
In the so-called high society indulging in greed, anger and delusion, and without realizing it, the eldest brother Ben, who was in the underworld, was walking in another set of game rules. He is happy and grudge, simple and rude, primitive and wild. Even if he is finally caught, he will not change his unrestrained manner. He is the lightest note in the story, the most real being, witty and charming. Like a wielding sharp sword, a ray of light shot out from the tangled vines, and the naked greed of the human heart was reflected in the sword light.
Greed is a bottomless pit, an empty stomach, a mouth full of blood, and emptiness is its base color, falling deep and light gray. Akira Kurosawa said: "This is the human world. We don't seek happiness and sorrow, and we don't seek tranquility and pain." But that's it.
In the carnival New Year's party, in the intertwining of gongs and choruses, the story came to an abrupt end in the two thoughtful faces, and a short essay was achieved, which was neither painful nor far-fetched. The old man speaks casually, and the sense of proportion and the scale of the right click makes people feel relaxed. A good storyteller never gives an answer, only a sigh. And after this short sigh, a trace of melancholy in everyone's heart instantly disappeared into the hustle and bustle of the crowd.
There is nothing new under the sun. Xiaoqing Xiaoai is just a conversation after a meal. The beauty is no more than the old skirt, and it is no more than a piece of jazz. It really doesn't need to be a teacher.
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