I love river's lake

Winter has come early this year, and October is already a dreary one. I used to like winter, seeing flowers lost, willow colorless, always feel in the bare can be insight into the nature of the world, gray color also has a strong taste. But this winter is afraid of the cold, noon into the room of the sun is also less than the power of previous years, the distant boiler room occasionally came from the iron collision sound far from the previous ethereal feeling.

It was an empty year. I stopped working. I didn't shoot a single frame for a whole year. In fact, I suddenly lost someone to talk to, life became vacant, movies became weak, and the decadent feeling I had when I was a teenager came back to me. At the moment, the show is more than the work, filming is just a few more topics for the media. I like the lyrics, the song says: who cares about our life? If the difficulty becomes a landscape, I should stop, stay away from myself and my work, and stay away from Beijing.

I went to Mount Wutai, the mountain covered with snow. Nature does not pay attention to the emotions of the audience, freely according to her logic to manipulate the rain, rain and snow, this is her nobility. Her rhythm is the slow seasons, and nature does not change anything to please the viewer. You can only project your own feelings into it, and don't ask her to conform to your habits. Like watching a Bresson movie, nature is like mountains, you can please, but he will not please you. It's nice to think of the movie on the way to worship Buddha. Think of Beijing spraying green on the withered grass. The blue color on the top of Dai Luo is more real. Climb high shout, empty valley still echo, this is the education of nature to me.

When I returned to Taiyuan, I dialed my former friend's phone and heard the voice I had not heard for several years. Then I remembered a song: Once I was young and loved my dream, and I just wanted to fly forward. These brothers, alienated by my pursuit of fame, had been with me day and night. The original time is powerless to distance us. After three or five cups, the smell of wine dispels the stranger, cries out my nickname, tells these years for the inhuman things. They told me I should have a child. They were worried about my old age. I want to cry, only before the old friends I can also be a weak. They don't care about the movie, the movie has nothing to do with them, they worry about my life, I have something to do with them. This kind of warmth for me can not often feel, when the director to pretend to be strong, pretend not to worry about tomorrow. Drunk wild like quiet life out of the fireworks, vomit after say a word: I love all corners of the country.

Continuing west to Yulin. The neighbor on the coach was very silent. When it was getting dark he suddenly asked me what day it was. When I told him it was the end of the year, he heaved a sigh and said, The year is coming to an end. I don't know what went wrong in his life that made him so eager for time to pass, but it was clear to me that it wasn't easy. It's like one of my movies. There's no context, just the clues that surface in life.

This time it was life that taught me to believe in movies again.