This article is written by Vicky Hedgehog
▍ Dreaming in dreams
Man's temptation to beauty has almost no ability to resist. Lust is an instinct and the body's honest adherence to genes.
"Holding a beautiful murder" is not only a woman's stunt, but also a man's use of it, and the lethality is also amazing.
Zhang Guorong in "The True Biography of Ah Fei", who has been in a hundred flowers, has a handsome self-sustaining, really has no fear, wants to indulge, if he is leaving, let the woman drink and quench her thirst, trapped in the deep well of feelings.
He felt that he was a "footless bird", with no hometown, no place to come from, and no place to return. Without staying for anyone, without entanglement, you can come alone and go freely.
Emotions need to burn, he can only smoke, not fire. There are seductive skills, no ability to love, and freedom is even more exemplary, because the drama is too deep, and even he has deceived himself.
The adoptive mother's eyes were very poisonous, seeing through him, poking through him, and losing him. Su Lizhen and Lulu, like pure white silkworms, smoked the love silk in their bodies and had to cocoon themselves.
Wong Kar-wai is really a master of flirting, under his lens, in the forced space, men and women are so close, breathing is in the ear, a spit and a na, panting slightly, it is difficult not to tease the flames of the body.
But the love in his films is a parallel line, an ellipsis, and there will be no full end. Men and women who drift, meet, ambiguity, and miss are similar in any movie, the light and shadow are slowly flowing, but the characters are gradually drifting away.
Wilde said that life comes from art, and he created dreams according to his own aesthetic ideas. Wong Kar-wai's films are even more dreams of dreams. Regret is the theme of his movie, just like the tear in the corner of Gong Er's eyes, when it will not fall, it is the most moving. The second button centrifuged recently, Ip Man's mind, she understood, that is, a lifetime.
Wong Kar-wai wears sunglasses to see the world, separated from everything. Watching his films, you can't disassemble, you can't analyze, you don't need to be too sober, like a fish swimming into the deep sea of dreams, just indulge.
Without dreams, regrets, imaginations, and art, life would be boring, like an airtight wall.
▍ The beauty of weak morality
The so-called everyone is beautiful, but it is Teacher Ye Jiaying's like this, no matter how the boat of destiny is turbulent, she will always be pure and elegant, like still water shining flowers.
Good verse must extract bitterness, have a clear breath, have a wind bone, and have more pride. People are like poetry, young flowers and branches, old people are as light as a white plum, close to colorless and tasteless.
"A life is difficult, the heart is like water, and it has been confined to a deep cup." The fire of the hot day burned the remnants, and the girl first met the true fairy. After half a day of deep chanting, she shed tears. But she herself, the grief of losing her loved ones, saw her colleagues, and only "red circles".
The more intense the emotional pain, the more it is collected, and it is not comfortable until it turns itself into a stone, which can go in the heat and the frost.
"The Moon in the Hand" is the harmonious beauty of poetry, music, inscriptions, murals, sculptures, and architecture. Teacher Ye Jiaying's chanting, like a twilight drum, is also like a morning bell, between the rise and fall of the sound, the light, fireworks, moonlight, and stars flicker together, as if time is eternal, beautiful as falling flowers, and the body is still full.
This is her hundred years of loneliness, but also her hundred years of style. Poetry, which laid her down, saved her, and fulfilled her mission of integrating old and new Chinese poetry.
"The beauty of weak morality" is the aesthetic standard she puts forward for words, and it is also an aesthetic standard of personality.
Under the inspiration of the lady, just like Mr. Wang Yangming's "knowledge of the grid" of bamboo, these days, I have also been immersed in the understanding of the "beauty of weak morality".
Suddenly I thought that ancient poetry has a kind of "beauty of weak morality" in form, fixed rules, many masterpieces of predecessors, how to make room, express their ambitions and interests, and gain freedom in unfreedom, is a kind of beauty that is reborn from the fire.
The reeds swayed from side to side in the wind and rain, looking humble and fragile, but after the wind and rain, the trees broke and the houses collapsed, and the reeds still stood on the ground. Because it will adjust its posture in the wind and rain to be soft and rigid.
Thinking of dripping water through stones, thinking of bearing the burden of humiliation, I suddenly felt that the world was still saved.
Let the hustle and bustle, let the pure purity.
▍ Mind code
I have always felt that the mutual liking of two women is like the encounter of two flowers, silently opposite, silent and joyful, and each other is reserved.
But I didn't expect that one day when I met the same kind of people, I would be like thunder and fire, and I would ignore it in an instant, and I would like to pour all my thoughts out of the nest, show the past life, deliver this life, and want to join hands in the next life.
The books she's read, I'm going to read, the movies she's seen, I'm going to look for them right away. Seeing her, it is as if you see another self, talking, tears want to flow, thinking of her, the corners of your mouth will also rise.
I used to think that sentimentality was a shortcoming, but now I feel that the world is wonderful, and every subtle feeling, the slightest buckle, stimulates a deeper inspiration, smell, touch, taste, these organs are extraordinarily sensitive, together to help you perceive a new self.
As in the movie The Grace of the Hedgehog, Paloma tells Renee how she eats chocolate: "I like to put it on my tongue and melt it slowly. Like her, Renee put the chocolate on the tip of her tongue, closed her eyes, and said, "Changing the way you chew is like tasting a new dish." A lonely little girl, a closed middle-aged woman, looked at each other and smiled, and their worlds were linked.
Hey, it turns out you're here too.
Well, I recognized you at a glance, of the same kind.
Paloma has been planning suicide, wanting to follow the stars away and embrace the sea of stars. She didn't want to die like a goldfish and end up in a plastic bag.
But Renee's death came before her unexpectedly, forcing her to perceive the pain of losing someone she loved when death really came. "This is death, you will never see the person you love again, and you will never see the person who loves you." If that's death, that's what people call tragedy. The little girl stood sadly at the window, feeling for the first time the preciousness and weight of life.
When she brought Renee's rescued goldfish back to her home, and when she and Mr. Ozu Ghiro finished cleaning up Renee's room, she suddenly understood: "What matters is not death, but what you are doing at the moment of death." Renee, you are preparing to love someone. ”
Between Ozu Gero, Renee, and Paloma, there is their own psychic code, which is not complicated at all, maybe just the name of the cat, maybe just a book, a movie, a game of Go. But to push open that closed door requires patience, love, and the right password.
Good feelings, all have the taste of sunshine. People who know how to love will not regard openness as a weakness. Acceptance is rejoicing, pouring out, and rejoicing.
The kite of life has since been inextricably linked, firmly tied, and every kind of pull is a real entanglement, and I can't help but rejoice.
The two of them drank the mountain flowers, cup after cup. I was drunk and went to sleep, and the Ming Dynasty deliberately came with the piano. "In Li Bai's verses, come and come, let us not get drunk and not return.
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