Gorgeous circulation dream is still

I always think that people need a movie theater, just like a dream needs a night, there must always be a place to settle our souls. Even if you are in that a bunch of ambiguous light, daze, reverie, sleep, or the meaning of drunk weng is not in the wine, the wet hand, hesitating to reach next to the girl who has a long crush. When all the lights go out, on the large screen, open a gorgeous colorful life, those complicated and chaotic affairs, the trouble of bits and pieces, and the fight between me and myself, and let them be like a shot of the movie, hidden it.

What I miss most is the movie theater when I was an undergraduate. At that time, the university was located in a small town far from the bustling city. One university, two hospitals, three supermarkets, a few side streets with three wheels running. On the flagstone road, as soon as you cross your front foot, someone throws face water behind you. Before ten o 'clock in the square, the figures were few and the lights were cold. Several ancient historical sites are largely forgotten, except for the occasional visitor. That's pretty much what the town is all about. So when I found that movie theater in an inconspicuous place in my first week of college, the joy was no less than when Columbus discovered the new world, and I hated that I could not immediately circle this small piece of land and own it.

Cinema business, not so good. Every time I go, there are more than a dozen people, east and west, like an acre of malnourished field, no one to operate, then waste. But for someone like me, that's a good thing. When the lights go out, you can sneak into the back box and enjoy a visual feast in comfort. If you catch a bad movie and fall asleep watching it, and a couple in love happens to be next door, you are lucky to hear another good performance. Not to mention the incessant kissing and flirtation, even if there is no sound nearby, just glancing at two lingering feet kicking below, it is enough to make you fascinated, and before you know it, you have turned your eyes and ears away.

If you want to go overnight on a whim, then the last two rows of boxes are definitely the best place to go. Even more comfortable than the hard bed in the dormitory, accompanied by the Hong Kong and Taiwan film star's whoring, and the snoring of the man who has been ringing for a long time, the upper and lower eyelids gently kiss, and quickly fell asleep. Often around two or three, there will be someone in the cinema, with a flashlight, one by one, to check whether they have bought tickets for the box. I had long been accustomed to the rule of ticket examiners, knowing that the sleepy-eyed man would return to his room to rest in a few moments, so when he came, shaking his flashlight and rumbling, I turned to the "hard seat" in the front row, and waited for his light to fade, and another light "hurdle" to return to the "soft sleep" where the dream had not faded.

But that's just for the off-season. If the weekend, the school love men and women have nowhere to go, all rushed over, I only look at the "bed" sigh. At this time, the movie theater, like a lively circus, taking sunflower seeds, chewing bethel nut, eating ice cream, taking the film before the opening ten minutes of love, street bangers and school mixed king looking at each other to do a fight, whose children lost crying looking for mom, all in this temporary stage, light phase. At that moment, the screen has retreated and become a dispensable supporting role. When the lights suddenly went out, the stage shifted, and the noisy crowd below finally fell silent, as if under command. But the sound of biting the melon seeds will still go on endlessly like a biting mouse.

There are many people since there are many benefits, if the movie is wonderful, that is good, because of the following shouts, ripples like layers spread out. If the movie is very bad, the actress is crying, the male star stand-in is exposed, the laughing and swearing under the stage will also make this poor movie, there will be shame with the male and female protagonists jumping off a building. Wait until the movie is over, the white light is turned on again and again, the girl's face is flushed, the boy's hand is soaked in sweat, the wooden chair is turned over, and the foot is creaky like a good year's snow. The thick melon shell, trampled on, the movie did not finish the dream, and warm continue. I like the feeling of solitude, unfulfilled, with a little melancholy, like a dream that has not yet been finished, and was woken by someone.

Like in every cheesy novel, my love affair with my boyfriend began in the cinema. From the initial dark of all kinds of temptation, hesitation, to malice to pick up hot love films to see, and then later, brazenly in the dark of a pair of strangers eyes scanning, openly learn the men and women in the film, kiss to kiss, my love with my boyfriend, and finally in the flow of light and shadow, well settled. I still remember the first movie we saw, is the South Korean boy Zhang Dongjian starring in "Let's kiss", although the film pure to only the last affectionate kiss across the glass, but two people still see blushing heart, and did not block the name of this film, to bring us the fatal temptation, in panic, have the first kiss in life. By the time we later watched romantic love movies from various countries, we had already been able to practice calmly watching the movie with one eye and gazing at each other lovingly with the other eye.

When I graduated from college, my boyfriend and I went to see the last movie, France's Le Pont Neuf. When the male and female protagonists dance on the Seine River, I know that the feeling after the dance will no longer come.

Now that I have come to Beijing, I can see more beautiful blockbusters in more luxurious theaters, but the expensive movie tickets also make this enjoyment a luxury at the end of the month. So began to frantically buy a disc, and then every night, the hand habitually open the computer, put the disc, in the incandescent light, see yawning.

Later, occasionally passing through the town, I saw the door of the movie theater, a woman lazily knitting a sweater, a cat and a dog, freely coming and going, looking for the popcorn that fell between the chairs, or chocolate; The blackboard on the wall is still marked with the words "2 yuan per session/students half price / 5 yuan overnight"; And the sound insulation is not good in the cinema, is coming out of the little horse brother's cry. At that moment, I finally knew that what I miss is still in the flowery color, such as a tree, quietly growing in the corner.

And it is good to know that the dream is still warm there.

Always wanted to escape. When I was a kid.

At that time, I always felt that the world was big, and I was so small. So I'm going to plan a romantic escape, where everyone will suddenly remember that I exist. I want to quietly slip out of the courtyard full of parents quarrel, there are no books and stationery in my bag, only my collection of candy paper, fireworks, clay figures, cicada shells. With them I flew out of alleyways, out of the way of people, down rows of houses, through canals and trees, and onto the broken highway that led to the outside world.

I will not look back until I can no longer see the smoke of the town, or hear the seething voices there. My parents, of course, couldn't catch up with me. Their car was fast, but it ran in the opposite direction of my escape. So I will no longer be afraid of their yelling, yelling, or even slapping. I don't worry that my father will come down from the sky, stand in front of me, and block my way. I go on aimlessly without feeling afraid. At that moment, I was a brave child that no one could deter.

However, such a plan has always been interfered with or eliminated almost violently again and again. Once because of the exam did not get the prize expected by my parents, I escaped from home in their irony. But ten minutes after we had gone, a gossipy woman from the town flew to our house and said she saw me looking suspicious, heading southeast through a large wheat field. My father immediately jumped into the car and roared in my direction. I saw from a distance that his face was fierce and his mouth was menacingly cursing something, and I knew that I could not escape this time, except to raise my hands shamefully to surrender to the adults, I had no way to go.

Later, I finally escaped from the town by reading. I thought I would move freely around the city, no longer wanting to escape. However, I found that the city is still not the home of the soul, there are heavy traffic here, there are tall buildings, there are crazy material desires, but there is no soul perched on a small piece of green shade. I remember myself running away from the city again and again, traveling to the country alone. I let my soul live in the mountains like a bird flying out of its cage. I enjoy this solitude and don't want anyone to disturb me.

But still can not wish. I want to get a graduation certificate, to find a job to support the family, to find a capable man to marry, to have a house to calculate the value of the square meter, to use the car instead of walking, to the so-called social status, desperately upward. And none of that allowed me to choose escape.

One day I was in a corner of the city and saw a crowd besieging a flying canary. It was a bird said to be precious, I do not know which careless owner, inadvertently opened the cage, so it suddenly, like me, yearning for the blue sky that has been watching through the cage boring, and knocked the master's hand, snap flew to the dream of freedom of the sky. But it soon encountered a storm, lost the strength to continue to fly, and then passed many people on the windowsill of the same kind of food and clothing as it once, they all laughed at it and said: Look at that maverick guy, what does it think it is, the brave eagle or the worthless tit? Just a canary adapted to city life!

At first, it insisted on not losing that strong and integrity, and it would continue to escape until it became a soaring mountain eagle. But before it had completely escaped from the hustle and bustle of the city, it was chased, chased, and shouted with excitement by those who recognized its worldly values. It flew onto the power lines, only to find them shaking in the strong wind. It was standing on the windowsill of an office building, but someone shoved the window open and knocked it out. It wanted to fly out of the human noise, but found that it was almost a sea of sound from which there was no escape. In his panic, he bumped into a tree, and had it not been for the trunk leaning down, he would almost certainly have been captured again and put into a cage.

A few days later, I passed by the lonely tree growing in the city, and saw a canary lying on its trunk. I took up a branch and tried to drive it away, but it did not move. Finally, I finally found that it has been dying, starved to death in the branches that once yearned for.

At that moment, I was walking through the crowded streets of the city to catch the last bus home. My body, from the work of the week, has been exhausted to the extreme. I had no plan of escape other than to sleep.

It was then that I knew I, like the canary, could no longer escape.