"Zishan Fish Recipe" and "Mogadishu", two classic films with very different styles.
A lead washed out, ethereal and ethereal, calm and soothing, desolate and deep;
A thick ink, dignified and terrifying, restless and agitated, exploding conflict.
A part breaks free from the filth and rolling, returns to nature, returns to fireworks, returns to the heart, returns to freedom;
A part of the group in a critical moment of survival, beyond confrontation, beyond estrangement, beyond hatred, beyond life and death.
In this world, I only wish to eat the fish that was caught in the sea of Zishan Mountain, fresh and fat, and condensed and created magically;
In this world, I do not want to ride in the car that is deep in Mogadishu, tied with books, and walked through the gunfire.
In the next life, make a fish that is not salty, not light, not to leave, not to be in a hurry, not to be ashamed.
