Sunday, a person sitting in the third row of theater to see "Spring Subway."
Half stories, music and rings on the screen every day encounters in the subway, the unemployed young men, middle-aged cook, Sichuan girls from outside and so forth in their respective images are at a loss of life around, I somehow began to cry. Tears shed for that moment, a drop of clear liquid dripping in the male protagonist at the same time anxious faces looked up, puzzled, and then another drop. I was shocked, is it time and space, they have been sucked screen gone? But by this time more water drops falling, the sky it began to rain.
Have watched the film back to his life images of noisy crowded streets, the sun already had the taste of summer, and began to become violent, like the cruel youth. Could not open eyes, back to God, but I hesitated a long while, with the people who happily live in a loss to walk, wondering why the Subway to Spring brought me to the hot summer.
Must be his last night in the winter, missed that class Spring Subway.
Author: zure
