Throughout the year, it seems like a tuo mule being beaten, and it's the New Year if you don't pay attention. In the winter, the city is step by step and cold. The deep residence of Sun and his grandfather can be called a compassionate man. It looks like a big star and occasionally evaporates, and it splashes like dog blood once every three or two days. The sun in winter is not as cruel as the sun in summer, and when it comes out, it makes a person's souls disillusioned. The winter sun is always steaming, and every gleam of its light makes people feel happy and warm. Sitting on the balcony, bathing in the splendid swaying down, it feels like a fairy fell on the balcony floor, humming and proud.
When the new year is approaching, I squeezed the sun in the sky with pride and sorted out my own bills for the past year at home. I am a full-fledged bill collector. This collection is not for fame or profit. There is only one purpose, which is to let myself. I can prove that I have done many things. I can say with a shame that, although most of my body’s organs are in the booming puberty, the brain gland that controls memory has already passed the peak, and gradually Entering a period of recession. Sitting in the depths of the sofa on the balcony, holding the ticket stall in my hand, it seemed to me like a slideshow, recording my own images in the passing days. Looking at them, a sense of intimacy grew spontaneously. Among the dazzling piles of tickets, the red ones are the most, which are train tickets and movie tickets. The white ones are the least, which are pay stubs, which are only four months old.
As Elliott wrote: April is the cruelest month. Lilacs grow on the wasteland, combining memories and desires, and letting the spring rain urge those dull roots and shoots.
In such a desolate world on April, I volleyed and kicked the BOSS who had been with me for two years out of my life. I thought the word "cruel" must be written on his face very deeply and red. After I was unemployed, fortunately, my life was not as cruel as I imagined. It was not as gloomy as it was. I had not yet eased the sadness. Travel and movies quickly entered my life like a German lightning tank, moving and watching, This is a coincidence and abrupt completion of George Agamben’s famous saying: People are animals that watch movies. And the motto of my life changed from "I'm not at work, I'm on the way to work" to "I'm not on the train where the scenery is photographed, but on the sofa opposite the TV."
A friend told me that I particularly liked a movie "Dezhou Paris". Out of trust, I bought this disc and watched it back. After watching it, I was like a dead fish. On the sofa, the protagonist of the movie is a man named Travis. After walking alone on the road for several times, he was retrieved by his younger brother, escaped from the days of loneliness, and returned to civilized society. Travis began After a fierce but tender soul-seeking process, family affection and love merged into his heart of years of desolation like a desert, and became a turbulent force. He plucked up the courage to tell his brother that he was going to a place called Dezhou Paris. The place was looking for his wife, so Travis took his son in the sad sound of blues music, and Desolation embarked on a dream-seeking journey again. . . . . I’m not going to tell you the ending, it’s too immoral, but I still can’t help my inner impulse to say something. In the end, Travis’s ending is both sad and moving. I have a happy ending for the family of three. Realized and sad and compassionate, but also touched by Travis's seemingly ordinary but never easy courage to give up his dream.
In 1895, the great Lumiere brothers screened a movie "Train in the Station" on the movie screen. When the train on the screen appeared roaring at the audience, everyone ran away and ran away. It is the most shocking scene in the history of film. From then on, the film is like a train, taking us through wonderful journeys time and time again, and this time, the train controlled by Wenders accidentally crushed my heart. The bones were so broken that I couldn't regain them one by one, and my wings wandered and my heart fell lonely. Wenders was really ruthless. In the process of watching this masterpiece by Wenders, I kept thinking about my walking in the wilderness, loneliness, alienation, and aphasia, as if I became the Travis. The movie gave me a dodge The thunder and lightning made me unable to walk out of that desolation for a long time, and the movie also made me understand by surprise. I felt a bit more open to my life, and I knew how to cherish it, and I also knew how to give up.
My face was getting hotter and hotter. I had to return from my memories. I opened my eyes and looked at the stall of non-RMB bills in my hand. The sun shining on it made my eyes a little bit painful, and it was full of feelings in my heart. This year, I have seen the best and worst movies in theaters, and I have also met the most beautiful and shameless people on the road. Movie life, road movies, road life, I have been living this way for more than half a year. The days are stretched like shadows, and slowly become more wonderful. Lying in the sleeper of the train, I would think it was a scene from the movie, lying on the sofa in front of the screen, but I thought I watched the scenery from the window of the train. Sitting alone in the exquisite glass house, I saw countless myself, with joy, sorrow, touch, anger, a huge expansive life, a happy and full life. When I stand up from the sofa, I will still choose to sneak silently on the yellow sandy avenue, still wrap my blanket in front of the TV with an exaggerated pillow, laugh and wipe the horse urine, and be a real "movie-watching animal" , Full of smiles on the face--------Let the soul travel.
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