Annie's famous prose essay She is Lonelier than Fireworks - Movie

When I went to the video store, the boss recommended an Oscar-winning movie, HILARY AND JACKIE.

The envelope is designed in dignified red. Two girls cuddling together. JACKIE, who has blond hair, has unruly eyes and a smile. HILARY, who was hiding behind her shoulder, looked forbearing.

I don’t know why, but this picture makes me sad.

A pair of sisters have been in love as deep as the sea since childhood. As I grew up, I gradually took a different path.

Because of his amazing musical talent, JACKIE began his wandering career playing the cello. Behind the fame lies endless emptiness. And sister HILARY gave up her opportunity to play the fife, married the man she loved, and was willing to live a plain and happy family life in the countryside. JACKIE loves HILARY deeply, but is destined to wander around. After her sister gets married, JACKIE wants to live a simple life with her and also wants to share her man. As a result, the three people were weak because of their deep love, and they were in pain because of their weakness. JACKIE could only leave sadly.

In the end, JACKIE died of illness due to long-term wandering. The Chinese translation is She is lonelier than fireworks. Another translation is "Crazy love for the cello".

The color processing of the movie is very stylish. Whether it's the blue of the sky, the leaves in the countryside, the classicism of European streets, or the girl's silk satin skirt. Rich and refreshing, with a bit of sadness. This kind of color has only been seen in BENETTON stores before. Apricot yellow, rose red, pine green, or gray blue. This Italian brand is now on the decline, and its clothes are often sold at 30% off. But I like its advertising pictures very much. For example, a European girl with small freckles on her face smiled happily with her white teeth exposed. Healthy as a sunflower.

I once bought a BENETTON men’s sweater from Yaohan. Claret. It looks old and warm. The M model is very roomy when worn. Love wearing this big sweater with old jeans. In the afternoon of that autumn, I would bring a bottle of mineral water alone and go to the library to read. I still remember the refreshing fragrance of osmanthus in the wind. Floating in the sunlight pouring in from the window.

In the classic colors of the movie, people can smell the fragrance of nostalgia. Hidden deep in the heart. There are many wonderful lines in the movie.

JACKIE said she wanted to find a job, and HILARY said to her, you can’t do anything except play the cello. It's like I can't do anything but play the fife. We have no ability to make a living. We are BABY. Do you think it is easier to be a simple person than to be a special person? Not so. When we love someone, we will remember some pictures related to him. After losing him, whenever I think of him, he will appear. He will be in those scenes. Then, when HILARY asked her man to accept JACKIE, she told him that JACKIE just wanted to prove. Prove that she can be loved.

Before she died, HILARY said to JACKIE, you once told me that everything will pass. And indeed it is.

A climax is here.

JACKIE told HILARY that she wanted to have sex with her brother-in-law. Her straightforward and innocent nature leaves no room for herself. When HILARY cautiously tried to dissuade her, JACKIE was filled with grief and anger and ran to the desolate wilderness alone.

HILARY chased her from behind. There were no people in the silent wilderness in winter, but JACKIE's clothes were spread out one by one along the way. HILARY called in panic and followed the traces of clothes and JACKIE's crying to the woods. The naked JACKIE sat curled up in the bushes, his legs scratched with blood by thorns. She hugged her head and cried, like a wounded animal that didn't know how to protect itself. Lust and loneliness made her collapse in agony.

She cried and said to HILARY, you don't love me at all. I just want to have sex. But you refused to give it to me.

The heartbroken HILARY took off her coat and hugged JACKIE tightly in the cold wind. HILARY finally gave in. The complexity and fragility of human nature are brought to the extreme. Jealous, selfish, tolerant, affectionate. Mixed together in confusion and helplessness. This is the most touching scene in the movie.

I finally shed tears while watching it.

This is the warmest and most stable period of JACKIE’s life. In a house in the remote countryside of HILARY. Not surrounded by material splendor and fame. But there is a sister she loves deeply. and her sister's men and children. JACKIE is eager to share all this with HILARY. She said it would be great if we could stay like this forever. But the facts told her that she not only hurt herself, but also hurt two kind and innocent relatives who loved her deeply. HILARY finally said SORRY to her sadly. She said that since childhood, I would give you whatever you want. I will give it all to you. One morning without saying goodbye, JACKIE left sadly with the cello on his back.

JACKIE continues his life that he cannot change.

In the cold winter, she wore a crimson top and an orange skirt, carrying her cello alone through the snowy streets of a foreign land. Her long hair was scattered and her expression was indifferent. Behind the gorgeous clothes is a lonely soul. Maybe there is a love in my heart that cannot be fulfilled and I have said goodbye. The man who didn't belong to her, after a brief love, they never saw each other again. What awaits is still endless wandering. The tearing strings made a shrill sound. JACKIE covered her ears and screamed loudly.

The shots of the movie switch one by one. JACKIE wore a long satin dress and sat playing the piano under a beam of light in the dark. The cello burst into tears. The colors of the skirts kept changing. The soul is shockingly beautiful. But it's always empty. Then one day she couldn't stand up on stage.

The tide of applause and cheers from the concert disappeared, and everyone dispersed at the end of the song. The whole concert hall was empty and silent. Finally, she found that her hand had become an irreversibly lonely posture. On the night of JACKIE's death, her body could no longer move. Also speechless. Only twitching and crying.

Her father said to her, you are speechless and we don’t know what you want. But one person knows. God will know what you want. Finally, HILARY, who has had telepathy since she was a child, braved the strong wind and came from the far countryside to see her for the last time. Good girl. Good girl. HILARY sat on the bed and gently held JACKIE, who was weak and delirious, in her arms. Our prince has to cross rivers, deserts and grasslands to meet us. This is the childhood of childhood sweethearts. Their intimate games. JACKIE lay in her arms with his head raised. She could no longer see HILARY's face clearly, nor could she hear her voice clearly. The deep love and silent hatred that once existed. The unforgettable entanglement of love and hate is peaceful at the end of life. Even in deep love, we are alone.

The prosperity has disappeared, leaving no trace like a dream.

Anne Baby’s famous prose piece “Night Walk in Brocade Clothes”

When talking about alternatives, the first thing that comes to mind is some fashionable things.

The large poster of Faye Wong's singing tour, with a touch of crimson rouge on her indifferent face, makes people confused.

In the hotel disco, I saw a girl with stick makeup and curled hair, her eyes were painted with upturned thick black eyeliner, and her eyelashes were covered with gold powder.

Madonna gives birth to a child who doesn’t need a father. That man had no place in her and her child's world.

A singer said he wanted to hold a wedding in Tibet.

Many people want to live as they please. Many people want to feel important.

I heard a song that day, sung by a girl, to the effect that I am so beautiful, but no one notices it.

I ran to the TV and saw a girl wandering alone in the empty corridor. Pouting means being unhappy.

I remembered a novel that I read three times in the library when I was in college, called Jin Yi Night Walk.

I like the artistic conception of this word very much. A beautiful person walks in the dark. That feeling of loneliness.

In the shackles of reality, it is a little tiring to keep the soul in such a mood.

It feels like writing is very tiring. But can't give up.

These keen feelings, because you have not given up, make you feel different from others.

Perhaps it is a brocade garment for the soul. Even walking in the dark.

So some people are destined to be narcissistic. laugh.

Throughout the summer, I only wore pure cotton skirts. I especially like the old white cotton fabric that is a little yellowish.

Walking in the noisy dust and smoke like this isolates yourself from the crowd.

Cool and quiet inside. Like the last white jasmine in summer.

But I know there is someone who can smell my fragrance in the wind. Will look for it all the way.

When I went to Huashan, Shaanxi last summer, I saw a Canadian man. Hiking alone, carrying a very large mountaineering bag. Wear coarse trousers.

He bargained with the locals on the top of the mountain with a smile, then filled his large military kettle with mineral water and continued on his way.

No one can understand the mood of a loner. Hard, free, happy. These valuable experiences are both price and compensation.

If a person’s heart is powerful. He can bear and feel more than the average person.

Being a different kind of person is sometimes beyond your control. Because its call comes from the depths of your soul, and you have no way to resist it.

I have read Yu Chunshun’s hiking notes. He said, I feel that I am at a huge and solemn point in time and space. The unique feeling I face at this time is definitely not something that can be found in traditional places where humans live.

Then he died.

That feeling of loneliness.

Annie Baby’s famous prose piece Southern August

It was dawn when we arrived in another city. On a humid and warm summer morning in the south, the sky is a blurry and lonely blue.

It just rained. The air is fresh and transparent.

Nikko is still very heavy on his back. Mineral water and tablets are available. The cotton cardigan I bought was old and rose red. It's what I like. I thought I could wear it with a small floral cotton skirt. Hemp sneakers. Apply a little light pink rouge. Wear it on your legs all night long in a sleeper berth on a train. You can also smell the light fragrance of cotton.

I wonder how long I can wander around for you. How long will you be beautiful?

White jasmine seen on the balcony. Small soft flowers. There were brown withering marks in the twilight.

It’s like the lines left by time in my heart. Sadly.

This quaint and melancholy city. It's a stray thread in my destiny. Empty streets. There are also tall plane trees on both sides. I like that it has a little bit of desolation to it. A little bit lazy. Seems enlightened. Historical sedimentation. Silently. It is loaded with too many past and present lives.

It’s raining heavily. In the soy milk shop, I looked at the dim and old brick wall outside the glass door. At that moment, I missed my Irish Music. I came to believe that they were voices deep in my soul.

In this afternoon. It's a girl so far away from you. Ordinary time.

I told you, maybe I would write a new text. My southern August.

The bottle of perfume I saw in the department store was from Spain. sea ??rose. Very weird name.

Take it over and smell it, it has a light smell. Somewhat sad.

It was still a sudden heavy rain in the afternoon. Summer in the south is filled with mist. The run across the street to the department store. Hear your own heartbeat. Run across Broad Street. Rows of cars stopped behind red lights.

I suddenly felt like a bird.

The skirt was wrapped around her body wetly. When the air-conditioning in the store hits my face. Laughing from the cold.

There is a coffee corridor on the second floor. The rich aroma of coffee is everywhere. Play music. It was the gentle voice of a man, singing in a low voice, thank you for loving me. Repeated.

I saw my silent eyes in the fitting mirror.

Go to the dentist to see that tooth that has just started to grow. It's such a pain.

Have you not fully grown up yet? It grows so hard.

While under anesthesia, I thought of Li Bihua’s article. Some feelings are like nails. If they are cut off, they will regenerate. They are insignificant. And some are teeth. There will always be a painful wound after loss. Can't make up for it.

Blurred flesh and blood. Absolutely give up.

The doctor struggled to extract the half-grown tooth. Say to it in your heart, let’s go. I don't want you anymore.

Then it left.

Leaving me with a stitched wound. Slow healing in pain.

No matter what. I think I can live with it.

Said nothing. Like a silent man.

I want to drink water late at night.

Looking at the high-rise apartments outside the window, it seems that you can touch the night sky with floating white clouds.

Thinking about if there was someone I loved in my heart. A warm and beautiful past. Even though I feel a little melancholy.

Time is desolate. Then I felt the tears were still clear.

You can be with the person you don’t love. The ending that fate gives us just tells us to spread our hands.

It is empty inside. No promises. There is no eternity either.

The past of youth. Love and hate entanglement. Freedom comes after giving up.

Only people who can get along with each other calmly can last long.

Then I got lost in this strange city. The bus took me to the suburbs. I knew I was going in the wrong direction. But I sat peacefully in the sun, watching the summer scenery outside the window passing by like the wind.

Many times, he is a person without direction. No matter where you go.

People who don’t have a home can regard any place as their home. I know. I know it.

People who don’t know how to love can fall in love with any stranger. I know it too.

Then the tears fell gently.

You like the ring I gave you very much. Wear it on your finger until it wears out the ring mark.

But my least favorite jewelry is rings. Because I don't like restraint. Used to freedom.

Collect a thin silver ring. I want to wait for it for a long time and then see if love has aged beyond recognition. So I don't like you giving me a ring.

Sometimes, I think you are just around, looking at me. Quiet. bland.

Perhaps I am also old.

In the dim light of the train, take out Dora's material life and read it for a long time.

Dora writes about the last customer of the night. She wrote: We cry. Nothing was said. We regret not loving each other. We don't know anything at all. And he is no different from others. It's like being the last customer you meet at night.

A girl who fell into hopeless love at the age of fifteen. He has been disabled ever since. Spending his life in loneliness and alcoholism. Writing is the only solace. Duras. Her eyes are so beautiful. Withered prematurely because of beauty. Reminds me of the narration in the movie Lover. The woman's voice spoke calmly. Describing the first river in her life. No pain whatsoever. Only memories. All love is precipitated by time.

I don’t know that as the cruise ship gradually left the pier, the girl leaning on the railing looked at the man on the shore who would never see her again. How she feels inside.

However, in the movie footage, there was only her indifferent eyes. She just looked at him. Say nothing.

The train travels through the vast and empty fields in the night. Outside the dark window, there are occasional trains passing by, making a piercing roar when they meet. As bright as lightning.

Sometimes the train stops there. Saw one on the opposite track too. It started slowly. A strange crowd sat there. Faces that may never be seen again. Encounter by chance. Some people have appeared in life. Then disappeared. There are also some people. Stayed for a long time. Then it disappeared too.

Like those silent green mountains. Mysterious. Unfathomable.

There are also the lights of small villages. Flickering dimly in the dawn mist. Wrapped in a blanket, he pressed his face against the glass.

Staring at the fields speechless.

Late at night, I kept waking up. The train stopped at one platform after another. move on.

I know it will take me to far away places.

I know I have been wandering for too long. Already tired.

South in August. Lots of sunshine. The rain is refreshing. There is the fragrance of jasmine and hibiscus in the air.

While taking a walk at dusk, I saw a peaceful flock of birds. They hovered in circles over the city, constantly changing into various formations. It seems happy.

Is autumn coming soon?

A day with blue sky. I stay for you.