I used to have a crush on Jian Yang, admired Qi Anqi, and wanted to worship Cai Yan as my teacher, but after my night came, only the long breaths of my roommates in the dormitory or the hotline of the affectionate A-mei and A-ge in the quilt, I never heard of it. There will be a real and terrifying big time travel in "Night at the Museum", so everything I love is locked in the book, and they will always look at the helpless me between the lines, like a display of my youth relics Precious specimens in the room. That’s fine, unrequited love is often the idealized counterpart, and when you find out the other party’s inherently huge shortcomings, you only hate yourself because of your natural dog eyes; keep your distance, and let the unreachable lovers let them go. Hearts are broken over and over again, the shadows are hazy, the moon is hazy, and the cratered surface of the moon can also be the face of the lonely goddess with charming dimples.
This is how books have given me the greatest fantasy and understanding.
Books are astonishingly rich and expansive, and they never cared that the only person who owned them was a man named Honey, who was fifty-four years old, never had a haircut, never went shopping, was fat and ugly, and had a stinky porter in the morning.
A friend told me about "Walking in the White Night" while walking in the evening not long ago. She talked about Xue Sui who walked in the day and night. There is no sun in her life, but it is not that there is no light, but her light also died in the end. In front of her, like a white ghost, did she finally fall into the eternal night? Honey has a room that sleeps in the dark most of the time. There is an astonishing number of books in it, but as long as she walks in, the picture is immediately gentle and peaceful. People often refer to women as cats. At that moment, Honey was also like a very elegant cat. She slumped lazily on the old sofa, and started another story with the real cat named Lev out of everyone's sight. If you want to live a kind of life, you don't necessarily have to put the word "literary and art" on it, just read quietly, it's that simple. "You've found a good hiding place," Paloma said to Honey, knowingly and mischievously, and I saw Honey's rare smile, although it wasn't so obvious.
Honey has a beauty that she doesn't know about, so Mr. Ozu sees the grace and affection that she unconsciously hides at first glance, and Mr. Ozu, like Baroma, looks at her directly, rather than measuring it by rank.
More than a hundred years ago, the term "China" did not refer to today's independent country, but still used the "foreign" in the concept of the world to correspond to "China", or the type of civilization to divide the "Chinese and foreign". For example, Hani's self-assessment "I'm a barbarian", and Mr. Ozu added a noble and hard-won word before "barbarian" - "civilized", she was cut through the rough outer layer Only then can you see the He Shibi, who is as clear and holy as the moonlight, and see through her at a glance. How poisonous is this vision! How many times does it take to "see the essence through phenomena" to fully grasp it?
Today saw Ge Shuyi's "The Robin Girl", "...we move around, we go wherever we go. We fly from place to place, in familiar cities, in unfamiliar cities, and one day, when we When we're tired of flying, we'll land somewhere and fold our wings. But our hearts are always elsewhere, here and there. Everywhere, in our hearts. …" She has been a concierge for 27 years, and her life has always been embarrassing. It is also death. The accidental death of the so-called noble household is far more important and worthy of attention than the death of her husband. Although she was buried in the dirt, her heart It has also been elsewhere, in that room full of books, in front of the TV set to silently play trick-or-treating TV series, in the two "Anna Karenina" that Mr. Ozu presented, In the jug that is burning tea, in the taste of dark chocolate melting slowly on the tip of the tongue, in Mr. Ozu's kind and loving eyes, on the burgundy or dark purple shawl, and kissing the back of the hand to show love of short eternity.
It was fate that bound the book of youth too poorly. I read it over and over again, but I had to admit that youth was a book that was too hasty, so fate took away the second youth that Honey could have been happier. Is fate jealous of the restored graceful Honey and the two confidants she has, the old and the young?
But Paloma said that death is not important, what matters is what you were doing at the moment of death. Honey, you are ready to love.
The next morning when I got the courage to love, it was the beginning of a new and exciting new thing, but Hani had to hit the gas twice to get the water on, and when I got to the door, I turned back and did something I almost forgot, here it is. The most worrying thing is that these details vaguely have ominous omen. Sure enough, these trivial details set off a butterfly effect. She appeared on the street sooner or later, and the car of the lady of the laundry was destined to crash. She seems to want to take her life that has just become bright.
Baroma also understands the feeling of death, whether it is life or death, there is no choice. Falling off a building hurts, Caesarean section looks so unreliable, sleeping pills in such a large dose are disgusting, and the days of struggling with these forms are over with Honey's death. She and Mr. Ozu organize Honey's secret book house together. Honey's favorite people should be the two of them, and she finally opens her heart to them. The two "Anna Karenina" were donated to Baroma by Mr. Ozu, and she might realize her ambition to be a concierge, because all she wanted was a quiet and undisturbed hiding place. It is also the last gift that Hani left to Baloma, just like the "fish uncle" who miraculously survived in Hani's toilet, and Baloma also found her shelter here.
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