Zhou Xun and Wang Yibo, "The Wandering of Flowers" and photography

In his early years, he did not like to take pictures. Loved any tactful view. I just felt that people were crossing in, making the scenery miss something.

This year, I suddenly liked to take pictures.

I like to insert myself into it, no matter how I thought it was a unique scenery before.

I also love to look at people. I love to look at those photographs. The recent short film "The Journey of Flowers" by Wang Yibo and Zhou Xun is only a preview and has been watched over and over again. I love the micro-expressions of the two people inside. Subtle and just right. It's all about the taste. A taste that is not widespread but is extremely resistant.

One is a boy in his early 20s who has been struggling with a vast experience for nearly 10 years. One is the elf of the screen, her screen works have occupied my entire youth, so far unparalleled, even Chen Kun said "Zhou Xun is the best actress in the Chinese film industry, there is no one". Zhou Xun, acting with Reiki and life. Press your heart up, make a sound, and take away your soul and spirit.

The two met for the first time at the door. The man is green, beautiful, handsome, but there is a quiet and very light melancholy on his face. The kind of person who has a story but doesn't sell it. Just a faint smile, properly good, has made people lose their souls. And this lost soul was not xue pan's blatant "collapse" when he saw Daiyu, but even the lost soul had to be restrained, afraid that his shocked expression would alarm the pool of water. The scenery was too beautiful to spoil.

So, there is a back bartending. Fingers lightly touched. Was it intentional? Is it unintentional? Also. Nor is it. The camera captures Wang Yibo's expression in the light and dark dappled light and shadow, shallow and restrained, very shallow and even uncertain. However, he felt the ripples in his heart, the real ripples. The woman in front of her (Zhou Xun) has also gone through several large circles in the world, but she is also gentle and naïve, and beautiful, and she can't see the end at a glance. Curious about the story behind her. But she is also a person who does not sell stories easily. And even if you talk about it later, it must be moving and sincere, but it does not reveal the whole picture of the story, and only reveals the limited to you.

I loved the micro-expressions on their faces. Just a micro-expression is fine. Restraint, but revealing everything. And these micro-expressions are composed of grand experience, feelings about life and sensitivity to beautiful things, with deep meaning and taste. Only this micro-expression is the essence, better than the gorgeous clothes, the beautiful environment and the sweet air.

I immediately understood why I liked photography and watched some photography and short films. Because, the lover's micro-expression. This rich world, the vast world, is just a big set, and what is really on the stage is the person himself. Serious people who have been immersed in time, there are sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, moody and sad, and finally, it is no longer the same cleanliness and cuteness in the first birth of the world, like a dream. There are traces, after twists and turns, not even so gorgeous, there is a hint of fatigue in the eyes, and the skin is less concentrated collagen. However, it is not a random patchwork of people, but a unique person who stumbles and stumbles in the world, and finally has his own style, and is not the same as anyone.

He (she) has formed his or her own clothing habits and habitual hairstyles, his own way of behaving, and has micro-expressions hidden in the vicissitudes of mulberry fields and purple and red dust, which I love to watch.

I love taking pictures because I even have to look at my own micro-expressions. It's not a plain micro-expression. Even if it is plain, it is also stained with the bridges that have been crossed and the hearts of those who have loved. No, I don't sell stories either. All in the big heart, all in the rich micro-expression. If you are interested, if you look at it, you will be fascinated. It's not all gorgeous and beautiful. Because after experiencing bitterness, sweetness and bitterness, it has given birth to a kind of calmness and stubbornness, and there is no second child in the world.

Just like "The Wandering of Flowers", I can't sleep tonight. Entangled by the micro-expressions of these two people, slightly drunk. In the human world, even if trouble is unbearable, it is always tested, but it is beautiful. It gives people the opportunity to earn and transform, people, can win, can have their own wind and bone. Yes, then so fascinating.