Chapter 37 sad

Leo Carax, the director of "Lovers on the New Bridge", filmed "Paola X", which was still depressed and depressed. Men, women, old and young were tossed by passion, walking around the city, and when they were tired, they committed suicide.Nothing worth saying, except "sadness".Leo deals with grief, saddestly raw. "I'm leaving you, I'm leaving you!" the writer walked into the young woman's bedroom and whispered in her ear.The woman was carrying him on her back, half asleep and half awake, still covering her head with the quilt, we couldn't see her face, and couldn't see any reaction.After the writer finished speaking, he walked to the dam, and the passing water was surging, day and night.The camera turned again, and the woman blocked her eyes with her arms, and was crying on the bed, but she couldn't hear the cry, and saw only one breast slipping out of the smooth nightgown, trembling because of her body twitching; at this time, a The man who was planning to take advantage of it even rubbed her stomach at the right time to prevent her from dying of sadness.

Then, because she missed her "brother" who had a change of heart, an old woman drove his motorcycle with broken pedals in the dark night. Along the way, all the headlights saw were bald, white bones like bones... Really My sorrow is always lonely and long, like a night road full of ghosts and shadows. At the end of the movie "Out of Africa", Meryl Streep was packing her luggage, and when her lover arrived in a small plane, they left the big house together and started a new life; at this time, her ex-husband walked into the room and politely Tell her: "I'm sorry, the plane crashed." As if nothing had happened, Meryl still picked up the sundries into the box. After picking up for a long time, she slowly raised her head and looked at the void. At this moment, sadness began to sprout. Several years later, She knew that sadness would grow into a tall tree covering the sky.

In movies and literary works, there are not many sad scenes that can be remembered; if there is too much sadness, it becomes tragic; tragedy is naked and overwhelming, and it may not be suitable for people who love tranquility.On New Year’s Eve of a certain year, I was cleaning the house. The phone rang, and I answered it. After speaking, I continued to wipe the tables and chairs, and carefully scrubbed the floor of the living room. Return to its place; in the end, I changed the water for the vase of flowers. "Everything that can be done is done." Looking around, there was nothing else to do, I sat on the chair against the wall for a long time; it seemed that at dawn the next day, I suddenly fell into bed, crying loudly with my head in my arms.

It took almost ten years before I realized that sadness is not a sound, a color, or a word, but a large "blank space" left after burning.