The original author: Legend, Wind & Fire
From the city of my life to this mystical city of the distance, seems to be distant, and it stood high above the clouds, like a dream, I can close it is unlimited, but you will never reach it. Therefore, I came here with a dream, but also with more of a dream to leave.
Of modern civilization as the air infiltration into the earth, as every place, even if this dream place is no exception. One near the border do not have telephones, no TV signal, frequent power outages in a small village, there are still people driving at night, worn generator, and then large group of people crowded into a house in the dark to see VCD. A TV series, speaking Riboud, and Huang Lei and Chen's speech. I am a man sitting in the middle of a row of chairs on the ears can not only hear the television in fluent Mandarin, but also to hear the person next to use I do not understand the Tibetan quietly discussing, as well as outside the house rumbled generation Machine sound. This scenario reminded me of childhood hometown Luxiang Ting, the same atmosphere, the same vulgar film, different people do not like is to see, and I, as well as next to the person. The difference is that even when I got out of this house, eyeful to see the brilliant Star in front of me and the refreshing tranquility, which I grew up in town does not have.
City of Dreams in this day, every day I idly wandering, from the old stone streets of the old town, to the new city wide asphalt roads, each one can be heard everywhere VCD familiar voice, the sword pierced the air, bullets hit the human body, glass bump into each other, as well as moist lips Nanshenanfen friction. These voices and this ancient city, ancient peoples, like a cup mixed with a glass of water and oil do not stop being a stirring stick, as with each other, but never fusion. And I, like sleepwalking, like a daily walk on the edge of the oil beads and drops, holding the camera, with a total master of light and shadow, like to imagine a record of what was mechanically by pressing the shutter, mechanically walking, thinking of it as the Like the wind disappeared.
In the afternoon the day routine sleepwalking, in a place after a lot of times, I found what I consider the only one cinema in this city. Stand before it, and all are familiar with the cinema signs are hotels, shops signs covered, old discredited in the face of the door next to the shiny glass doors, while the ticket windows of the small window as school canteens, as only placement supports the adoption of a lunch box. Everything reminds me of home cinema today. But I still can not find the film's poster board, after the conductor of the pointing, I have a postal kiosk and several small beach behind to see it. Hotels, shops bleeding Shuaimai posters in the middle of a few lines of small print shy of the end of the probe detection. It is in this a few lines of small print, I see the "Missing Gun," I have always wanted to see a movie. But I still go away, I do not know why, perhaps because the have come from afar to be here to see a movie, say it will make a lot of people use saliva drowning.
Late, so I a man lying on the darkened, empty house, I always thought that the cinema, that film, maybe tomorrow I should go and see. Jiang looking for him in the movie where the lost gun, but in reality I am looking for my lost dream. But I do not know this city a man, that is, tomorrow I want a man to a movie. After several months of a person's journey, I do not want a person into the cinema, to accept another idea to look for. Several cities in Jiangsu Province, a man I often go to the movies, it is a matter of two or three years ago, and now I have very few movies. Now, the film is not one of the things that make people think, and cinema lovers have become the only safe place, because now that I have is too much. I am now a man walked into the cinema, just as birds are not gregarious, others gaze would penetrate my fragile shell, let me uncomfortable. I would like to have a quiet girl to accompany me in a movie, even though Zhangzhemetai, I have not seen the movie and girls. Ah, and do not. I have n times and girls, the experience of watching movies, where n-1 time was at school the school in conjunction with the private use and female students, and there is one is just to keep my little cousin. Several times a person watching movies, lost in their emotions, mood bleak when unconsciously held out his hand to hold a soft, warm body temperature with a small hand, but again and again encounter are the cold wood or plastic chair handle, so had to feelings of regret to draw back, the pocket to work out cigarettes point, through the faint to smoke, once again calmed the film brought in my thoughts.
The next day, I would like to come to the cinema yesterday, in front of the same, and yet, as usual, sleepwalking in general walked past. In the Jokhang Temple square, my body sitting in smoke filled the pagoda before, thought they would like to, like I do not know Yunliwuli kite, only a thin film struggled to drag it. I am just like the ghost along the way I've come back I visited movie theaters, movie time back then; I like ghost floating in the sky, overlooking the light pierce the darkness watching, according to the audience face. The first time I saw the movie when someone else expression, because the previous movies, I have time to take into account what other people thought. In hindsight, I was rarely watching movies after graduation, just because I let a lot of opportunities, like, as today, and the environment, and others irrelevant.
This time travel like I used to like watching movies, very tired. Have watched the film, his mind tired to think. This time, travel, thinking where to go for more than physical, but also very tired. Back to Nanjing, my body to travel between the company and the accommodation, my thinking is still the cinema smoking a cigarette, sitting in the bar drinking wine, sitting in the Jokhang Temple square blazing watching crowd, sat 8 gallery to learn what the corridor would not want to.
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"From my life to this mystical city of city of the distance, seemed far-fetched, it stands high above the clouds, like a dream, I am infinitely close to it, but you will never reach. With a dream, I came to Here again, with more of a dream to leave. "
I just vaguely remember that it was the second day of Wannan travel back to Nanjing, Nanjing, light rain, in the West Railway Station's waiting room where I found him. Very strange, this time only the backpack was filled with the unexpected does not seem usual, quietly lying on the side of it, perhaps apart from me, and no one would go to note it.
We sat down, had not much time to kill. Is a moment of silence, but also people uncomfortable, I have been looking for topics, compared to his even more silent.
"Originally, I was a person who does not love his speech," he said.
I half-jokingly said: "come back alive to see me, you still owe me a meal!"
He smiled.
Start check-in, I do not buy into the platform ticket, for travel like us like people, do not need any kind of farewell. However, he seems to be a long time this go.
Watched him leave a heavy feeling strange, but I wonder if he feel at this moment will be.
He took his dreams, embarked on a journey, and my dreams come true?
Until now, I was unable to travel to Tibet's troubled regret in being taken away with him I was the only blessing.
"Modern civilization, like the air, penetrated into every corner of the world, this dream place is no exception. One near the border do not have telephones, no signal, frequent power outages in a small village, there are still people driving at night, old generators, attracting a large group of people crowded into a house in the dark to see VCD. I am a man sitting in the middle of a row of chairs, the air was a mixture of Chinese Tibetan, as well as outside the house rumbling sound generation. It made me Lu Xiangting remembered childhood home, the same atmosphere, the same vulgar films, different only human. more difference is that when I got out of this house, you see waves of brilliant stars and the refreshing quiet. "
What really seems to have found the geographical to avoid the invasion of modern civilization, we have no choice can not escape, naked and standing in the face of reality has been urging, to bear the scars.
From one city to another city, I travel between the strange and familiar, no field of vision. He left the sky, where a recent number of the stars.
Is the Star, or tranquil state of mind, wandering in the end because of a strong or weak to escape?
What we do not want to, because there time is static, breathing only oxygen.
"In this dream city of the day, every day I idly wandering, from the old stone streets of the old town, to a new city wide asphalt roads, each one can be heard everywhere VCD familiar voice, the sword pierced through the air, bullet hit the human body, glass bump into each other, as well as moist lips Nanshenanfen friction. These voices and this ancient city, ancient peoples, like a cup mixed with a glass of water and oil have been kept a stick mixing with each other with, but will never be integration. And I, like sleepwalking, like a daily walk in the oil and the water's edge, holding the camera, like a master of light and shadow, like a record of what was mechanically by pressing shutter, mechanically walking, thinking as they wind disappeared. "
Civilization and the original continuous impact in the real world, let our hearts even more confused and return to do? Where? We seem to always be ineradicable mark of modern civilization, while the call of the heart always ears.
Always will be a loss, dragged his exhausted body wandering the busy streets, like a ghost, get out of the endless night and the night under the emptiness.
"In the afternoon, a routine day, sleepwalking, in one place after a lot of times and found one I think it is the city's only movie theater. Stood before it, and all are familiar with the cinema signs are hotels, shops signs cover, old discredited in the face of the door next to the shiny glass doors, while the ticket windows of a small window like the school cafeteria, only placement supports the adoption of a lunch box. everything reminds me of home today cinema. but I still can not find the film's poster board, after pointing, I have a postal kiosk and a few stalls in the back found it. shy a few lines of small print in the hotel, shops bleeding Shuaimai posters in the middle end of the probe detection. "Missing Gun," I've always wanted to see a movie, but I still walked away, I do not know why, perhaps because the have come from afar to be here to see a movie and say it will make a lot of people use saliva drowning. "
"Late, I am a man lying on the darkened, empty house, I always thought that the cinema, that film, maybe tomorrow I should go and see. Jiang Wen in the film looking for his lost gun, while the in reality, I find my lost dream. but I do not know in this city where a person, that is, tomorrow I want a man to a movie. After several months of a person's journey, I do not want a people into the cinema, to accept another idea to look for. several cities in Jiangsu, a man I often go to the movies, but it is a matter of two or three years ago, and now I have very few movies. Now, the film is not one to reflect on things, and cinema lovers have become the only safe place, because now that I have really too much. but I am now a man walked into the cinema, just as non-gregarious birds, the eyes of others will be through my fragile shell, let me uncomfortable. I hope there is a quiet girl to accompany me to see the film, even though Zhangzhemeda that I have not seen a movie and the girls. ah, and do not. I have n times and girls experience of watching movies, where n-1 time was at school the school in conjunction with the private use and female students, and there is one is just to keep my little cousin. several times, a person watching movies, lost in their emotions, when the mood gloomy do not consciously hold out his hand like a soft, warm body temperature with a small hand, but are encountered again and again the cold wood or plastic chairs handle, so had feelings of regret to draw back, the pocket to work out Cigarette point, through the faint to smoke, once again calmed the film brought in my thoughts. "
Middle of the night before graduation day, he suddenly called me, when I was sleeping daze.
"You ah, what I do for you?"
"Nothing, that is bored."
"Brother, now is a few ah? Tomorrow I graduation!"
"Ah, yes ah, then forget that you sleep!"
"You hit me plane Liao Ba!"
"No!"
"Really nothing?"
"Nothing!"
Toot toot ... ...
Phone hung up, I lay in bed, feel a little regret, but he also gave up my last-minute assistance. Soon I drowsily sleep the past.
Do not know if one day the same day or the same moment, he played me this phone.
It was lonely, a man in the night, fear of being left vacant. Loneliness is often uninvited to, but only by you alone to suffer, and we have to get used.
"The next day, I was like, like yesterday, came to this cinema, but as usual, sleepwalking in general, and its miss. In the Jokhang Temple Square, my body sitting in smoke filled the pagoda before, thought they would like to kite Like I do not know Yunliwuli, only a thin film struggled to drag it. I seem to ghost along the way I've come back I have visited the cinema, movie moments back then; I if ghost floating in the air, overlooking the light pierce the darkness watching, according to the audience's face. This is the first time I saw someone watching a movie expression, previously I always have time to take into account what other people thought. Now In retrospect, the very few movies after graduation, just because I let a lot of opportunities, just like today, they and the environment, and that of others has nothing to do. "
After graduation, I began to like to go to the cinema to see movies, like the kind of atmosphere and can not be achieved in other parts of the visual and auditory experience. Maybe this will weaken the film itself, I thought, but today people have to wait until a good think about the film seems to be very difficult matter. Therefore, the film more often than not by me as a pastime, I do not think that any kitsch things.
The last sentence, I repeatedly read it several times. Maybe everyone will miss what he is not only one person.
"It's a trip just like I used to like watching movies, very tired. Watched the film, his mind to think very tired. This time, travel, thinking where to go for more than physical, but also very tired. Back to Nanjing, my body every day turnaround between the company and accommodation, ideas are still in the cinema smoking a cigarette, sitting in the bar drinking wine, sitting in the Jokhang Temple square blazing watched the crowd, sitting in the corridors of learning 8 Gallery What do not want to. "
Space-time dislocation, we still remain in its original place already the end of the journey of their dreams. Maybe we will indulge in a certain sense of loss among the long, echoing in the memory segment of the moment and can not extricate themselves. The next dream, then where? We seem to be more confused than ever.
Author: carrot2001
