I don't know why. At that time, the only reason I chose to be a director was because I hated Math English in NMET and wanted to go to a decent school, trying not to be a shame for my parents.
I can't learn sports, art, music, calligraphy, broadcasting, flight attendants. After many exclusions, I told my mother that I wanted to learn choreography, and my mother said yes, if I wanted to go, we would pay.
I've been living in a muddle, and my sophomore year felt it was urgent, but I was just anxious and worried, and then I picked up my mobile phone and continued to lead a drunken life, hurting spring and autumn, so I was prevaricated and learned to direct.
at that time, I didn't know what Chinese opera was, what Nortel was and what Zhejiang biography was. I even said that I thought Tianjin Normal University was probably the best academic qualification among so many academic certificates, and then I started classes.
I met all kinds of people, all kinds of gentleness, watched many movies that I will never watch and see the ending, and listened to many stories that I may never hear in my life.
a black-and-white photo with a palm is a creation that photographers run around the streets for millions of times to pick stars, shelter the moon and chase sunlight and dust. It is an opportunity of fate and coincidence. It is light and heavy, colorful and simple. It is gathered and fixed by the rotation of the lens ironed by the palm of your hand. It is a part of the photographer's body and a part that many people immerse in life from their eyes.
How much of a movie can be understood, from the changes of frame scenes, close-up of the watery eyes, lush Jyukai when stretched, red and blue happy words and moonlit nights, dim and pale lights, shuttlecock that has been touched a hundred times, clock that can't turn back, smoke that lingers on the air, words that are murmured, and a drop of shaking sweat.
We * * * are in one room, clasping hands, listening to the bursting heart and counting the brilliant starry sky and magnificent dreams in the tossing and turning night, talking about the small joys and sorrows in the world, and silently shedding our shells and weaving a brand-new self.
To learn choreography, for me, it is a light that illuminates the road ahead. It tells me that life is not a lonely corner, but a journey from the mountain to the water.
It tells us that a photo is not just a cross of colors and lines, a story is not just a process of joys and sorrows, and a movie is not just a matter of time and people, but a key.
I still want to wander and go to Tibet without the sun.