At the subtropical bar
Blow in front of the door
It's late. Sit down.
Look at the soft lightning.
Back to the city
Subtropical monsoon bank
Flooded the bridge that was not drunk.
A drunken building
Wake up with silence
Cloudy tomorrow
Three to twelve degrees centigrade
Wiper blade with umbrella
In the consciousness of abstinence
Get off in vain
Until it clears up.
Business as usual
Human wardrobe
Water molecules pass through fibers.
No music degenerates ears? Put out candles without commandments?
It's like going back to the days when photography was misunderstood.
You took my soul.
No razor, no language.
I lived for nine years without a heart.
hill
This is the shadow of the mountain.
dog
Too lazy to evolve
summer
Human enzymes are stubborn.
Enzymes of the soul are like lotus flowers.
Many nights overlap.
Quietly form darkness
Roses absorb light
The earth is full of fragrance.
In order to find you
I entered the bird's eyes.
Always staring at the passing wind
The shining hand of fate
Build me forty-two windmills.
The endless stream of nature
The universe comes from balance.
Nearby planets come from echoes.
The swamp comes from insomnia on the ground.
The folds come from the sea.
Ice comes from wine.
Emergency lights leading to the years floor
A crack in the stone that leads me to write poetry.
Someone must have left and come back.
The empty bamboo basket is full of love.
There must be some kind of damage, such as dust.
Some valleys spread out like hands.
Today's sun
Like a paralyzed truck
I have been working hard all afternoon.
White vinegar, spring dream, wild grapefruit
Stuff the memory into the blood vessels in your palm.
The light of the flashlight passes through the back of the palm.
It's like seeing a dolphin fall into a cloud.
Roadside picnics are full of poetry, magic and life. This kind of film "emphasizing atmosphere over stories" seems destined to be unpopular with most people. But I think, just like poetry, I won't dislike it just because I don't understand it. I always feel that it is difficult to see what is hidden in it with my eyes, and it is more comfortable to feel it directly with my heart. Although many long shots shake badly, the villages and towns in China shown in the film are so familiar, just like the "savage" perspective. As the director said, "Any director can only give you a pair of shoes, you still have to go your own way."
The song "Little Jasmine" appeared twice in the film. The first time, Bobby Chen sang in Boy Band's car, and the second time, Bobby Chen sang in front of the girl in the barber shop. I think these two paragraphs are the best part of the whole film.
Wet small county, humid climate, foggy all year round, the clothes hanging in the shed building never seem to dry, and there is always a smell of spring rot. When Yang Tiedan rowed across the river, he was in a trance and saw a begonia, which was magical and real. Seeing the fog rising from the mountain city, the silent mountains and the quiet rivers, Iron Egg remembered those strange poems again:
Blow in front of the door
It's late. Sit down.
Look at the soft lightning.
A drunken building
Wake up with silence
In the consciousness of abstinence
Get off in vain
Until it clears up.
When the light of the flashlight passes through the palm of your hand
It's like seeing a dolphin fall into a cloud.
When my light shines on you
Reunion is a dark room.
The inverted clock formed by a speeding train at the end is particularly interesting.