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1 199 1 nameless children, people who came to kill 1992 ghost soup, fried eggs, crab pot, Maria, a summer story to the sun 1993 fireworks, everywhere. 1994 Binding of Love, Sleepwalker, Crazy Love 1995 Love Letter 1996 Swallowtail Butterfly, Moon Knight 1997 Mirror of the Empty Spirit 1998 April. Everything about Lily Week 2006 54 38+0)2002 Youtian Short Film 2004 Flowers and Alice 2006 Rainbow Goddess [Iwai as producer ]2008 Ishikawa Kunyu's story 2008 New York I love you as director and screenwriter 2009 Wallace Mermaid Midway [2009 New York I love you stills (20 bandages)] [20/kloc- A film like this, which is almost universally praised, is only a drop in the ocean if you say 10 thousand nice words, and no matter how you sing hymns, you will be drowned in the chorus. As a pretender who pursues maverick all his life, singing praises to things that almost everyone likes is too detrimental to my style.

But who can control their own import and export? Li Bai felt cold when he saw Cui Hao's preemptive strike, but he couldn't help saying a few words. After reading so many film reviews about 1900, I feel cold and cold, but I still can't help but throw a brick to attract jade.

Three years ago, after watching this film, my stomach boomed. I endured it and finally didn't let go of a fart. Three years later, I accidentally watched it again, and I felt that I could snore because I had a new feeling. I don't want to talk about the end, about land and sea. I just want to talk about 1900.

People call him a genius. People are crazy about him. 1900 Since it has this extraordinary name, it is destined to be an extraordinary person. Eyes, applause, glory, these things that ordinary people may never get, are as common as air to the genius of 1900.

But eyes, applause and glory can't make people happy, and they won't last long. There was a scene in the movie that made me particularly uncomfortable: when people were dancing around 1900 for music, someone saw the Statue of Liberty. Suddenly, all the people dispersed in tears, leaving only 1900 alone. No amount of glory can save loneliness. At the moment, he is not a genius, but a poor outcast.

Genius is actually the most unfortunate person in the world. All geniuses are different. Moreover, no matter how decent aliens are, they will never get true love. Those who were stunned by the sound of 1900 also smacked their lips at the end of the sound and dispersed. 1900 such a genius is more like a pet. People will like it, care about it and be infatuated with it, but it will run to the middle of the road and run to the speeding car, and no one will rush to block it with his own body.

Probably only the trumpeter is willing to listen to the heart of 1900, not the sound of the piano. He does not understand him, but respects him. He realized the complete independence of 1900 with respect. I saw someone say that if he was that fat man, he would type out 1900 and drag him off the boat. I think this idea doomed him to be neither the fat man nor the only true friend of 1900.

If we are more realistic and assume that the trumpeter really got off the boat 1900, how will the story extend? As we all know, the down-and-out trumpeter has no ability to find a new boat, 88 keys and a finish line for his friends. 1900 is bound to be ground to mediocrity, fall into the world of mortals and become a mortal.

Live, or live with peace of mind. This is also a problem. The choice of mortals is to live first anyway, and "living" itself is more important than anything else. Genius pays more attention to the comfort of the soul, followed by life and death. So mortals can bear the burden of humiliation, but geniuses are willing to die. Everyone gets what they value most, and no one is worse than anyone else.

In fact, I don't want to use the word genius to define 1900. Genius is overused. I prefer to say that 1900 is an ET. We people who live on this planet, if we want to express, we can say it. This is the human way. But 1900 does not belong to human category. His fingers are his vocal organs, connecting his heart and eyes. His physical function is human, and his perception and mind are ET's.

ET is amazing, but not unusual. Because each of us is ET.

When I was a child, I read Sophie's World, an introductory book on philosophy. The philosophy teacher said, have you ever thought that you might be a Martian? Will you stop one day, look at yourself and think, "I am an extraordinary existence." I am a mysterious creature. " -I don't understand. I see that everyone has two eyes and one mouth. I can't understand how this identical person can be a species of different planets.

It was not until later that I discovered that the human heart is deeper than the sea, and the difference between one person and another is greater than the difference between heaven and earth. I gradually believe that each of us is ET, or at least once was ET. When we were born, we were so different, as if we were gathered on this planet from all corners of the universe. The way we look at the world, the strength of sucking milk and the way we pee our pants are all so independent and let a hundred flowers blossom.

We used to be very different and lively. But later, we were educated, corrected and put on track. So we changed from ETs to a group of earthlings. Our fresh faces are submerged in the crowd and become blurred. At first glance, it makes no difference. Only those coincidences, such as 1900, are lucky (or unlucky? ) has retained its independence and the true nature of ET, and has become a genius and an alien in the eyes of the earth people.

Differences lead to loneliness. ET, which keeps the difference, suffers from great loneliness while suffering from different eyes, far exceeding the loneliness of others. Although there are still some differences between people like us, the general appearance is inseparable. After we were lovelorn, we felt more pain than anyone else, hugged our beloved and felt happier than anyone else. But a cruel fact is that everyone's pain and happiness are no different. We keep repeating the same thing.

We lost our individuality but got the song * * *. With the help of art, we seek synaesthesia, wipe tears to comfort each other, or balance each other (it turns out that someone is worse than me, which makes me feel much more comfortable). The man known as a genius stood outside the crowd and looked gloomily at this group of species that were a bit like him but not his. Use their ET instinct to refine, amplify and go straight to the heart. Those parts that can never be crossed are the source of loneliness, so that they can never integrate into the crowd. They had to hide in their own boat, in their own inner world, live alone, and then die.