When it comes to the myth of love|, I rarely think about Shanghai

When I think of the myth of love, I rarely think of the city of Shanghai.

At this point, I am probably still tempted by Chinese culture - love is always lighter; and when I have the opportunity to see ancient Roman sculptures, I feel that Eastern and Western cultures can jointly build a republic of love. Associated with the message of love are flying figurations, slender bronze statue bodies that not only raise their arms, but also their fingertips, and may even raise one hind foot and tiptoe up to stay on the lips of a mythical beast.

There will be no geometric Zhou Zheng, and the occurrence of love should not be stable.

It had to appear on the pointed tip of a ten-inch heel, which would give the short girl the hope of flying; it had to fly to the spire of a Gothic castle, where the sound of the Atlantic could only be heard. If you accidentally fly into the Rodin Sculpture Park in Paris, and see travelers in civilian shoes walking on the gravel road of the carriage, the sound of sand hammers seems to be under their feet, and then spy on the sculptures of the entangled bodies of the sexes, and the straight bodies of the sexes rise straight.

The sky above love should always be flying wings or shining starry sky, although we all know that neither the former nor the latter will fall on us, but we still want to say, please take the flight.

However, when I think of the continuation of love, I still think of the city of Shanghai.

Once in Kyoto in winter, there was still a zebra crossing at the intersection of a little more than a meter, and I looked at the red lights and the silent alleys on the other side, wondering if I should rush over to run a red light in two steps - what is the use of this red light setting, really. But at this moment, I missed Shanghai for a few seconds without a reason.

What kind of city is it, as if to say: the rules of Shanghai please observe more, the rest depends on how you rely on your own ability to get rid of loneliness.

People have to move their love around in this rule, sometimes in words, sometimes in small dishes, sometimes in Moore cigarettes that I saw at the age of 18 with the girls in the dorm room with their fingertips. When the Shanghai girls sit together, they are always witty, they never dodge the light projected by any camera, they have everything in their words, but there is no jealousy and anger, because jealousy and anger have always been the second of the Ten Commandments in the world.

In fact, duality must be spoken with caution. When I suddenly mind them, I always deliberately want to start an intellectual trip, even though I know it will be futile, and I dare not allow myself to start such a trip without completing the annual KPI.

Probably because of this, I have a deep love and respect for my life. For example, the dark sky, the rain that is not thick or light, and the snowflakes that are not thin and thick; such as round shoulders and faces without edges and corners, no more and no small bills and unclear moods, the small terrace can just see the red tiles of the roof of the old house - it is the kind of red tile next to each other and next to each other in cities that have been blown by the strong sea breeze in modern times, such as Qingdao, such as Shanghai.

Therefore, the artistic image that gives a city, a speech, a one-dimensional interpretation, is imperfect today. Because it is always trying to "hit the target", some people are hit and fall, some people laugh because they escape, this is not good, there is no tear between centrifugal force and centripetal force how can it be called modern image? There is no "A River of Spring Water Flowing East" and "Cross Street", and the story is full of life.

If you have survived the occurrence of love and ushered in the continuation of love, it is the best space that Shanghai gives you. Recently, "Love Myth" can interpret this kind of stretch in this space, and the Audience's squeamish or joyful nasal and oral sounds resonate with the Shanghai dialect, which are mixed into jazz songs that only Dantian tones can have, and the delicate words and light songs are sung in your ears.

But you are upset, these dialogues make you upset, as if the English novel that you can't understand is still mixed with italian with your tongue, but this "upset" movie experience is as if to say: Hey, friend, in this city, you can't even understand this Bit of Shanghainese, but it's not very good.

Other plots are like most current movies, after watching it, I have seen it, I don't feel good or bad, it's all about life, it's not easy, "Ninga also wants to eat."

It was only the English phrase "keep calm" that Maya, the little girl who wanted to "return" to England, wrote silently under the lamp in the film, that really hit my heart.

Presumably similar phrases can also be added to "keep distance" (keep distance). I did realize the film's true love for Shanghai, because we all know that the complete expression of this sentence is "KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON", and I think it is also a love myth of the city.