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A dream that I don't want to wake up —— My Dream Like a Dream repo

Life is like a dream. Who can predict who you will dream about? I used to walk and inadvertently pushed open the door of another world, and all the strange things came to me and I was caught off guard. From doubting life, to thinking about life, to understanding life, for a year and a half, I walked through the fog and the light in my dream. Fortunately, there are many people in the same industry.

there are many people who have suffered. If you can't get tickets every time, watching a play becomes a dream. "The south wind knows what I mean and dreams of Xizhou." Mo Sen is my south wind. That's right, my ticket was drawn in a lottery in the live broadcast room of Mo Sen glasses. At 1: 5 that night, when my little sister took a screenshot to read my name, my dream was instantly lit up. I seemed to see the red carpet leading to the theater, and I was on the fifth floor of the red carpet, still wearing that scarf and still holding my arms open.

My heart was full of emotion, and I was filled with tears of gratitude. My dreams shuttled, but I didn't sleep all night.

I only had tickets to attend the school. Before I knew it, the lights came on and the staff began to urge me to leave. Knowing that I am lucky enough, my longing for the next book still makes me want to lie down and roll on the spot. That kind of feeling is like when you are feasting until your forehead is sweating and your nose is dripping, and your delicious food is taken away. It's like you are immersed in a beautiful dream, and you are suddenly woken up. The first reaction is to go back to sleep, hoping to continue the beautiful dream.

In the past, after I enjoyed a good work, I often couldn't wait to share it with others, so I could get my feelings off my chest. As for the first book "A Dream Like a Dream" that I have just read, I have a feeling that I can't describe it in a thousand ways. Only in the depths of my soul, I carefully wrapped this dream in a bag and took it away. Even when a friend asks about his feelings, he doesn't dare to touch them, for fear that a mouth will scatter bits and pieces and there is nowhere to find them. Go back to the hotel, wash away the lead, turn off the lights, close your eyes, open the bag carefully, and let the dream show again ...

When the music starts and the lights are dim, people walk around the field, round and round, and somehow they walk faster and faster, and the atmosphere becomes urgent ... A picture of the floating world shows up in front of me, and I am just one of them, so I fall asleep. In a daze, I was looking for the figure of No.5, but I didn't see his face clearly until he stood and told Zhuang Zhoumeng Butterfly. I am used to taking photos with my mobile phone and recording everything. Suddenly I began to worry that my eyes are not enough and my memory is unreliable. So I leaned forward and widened my eyes, desperately trying to turn my eyes into a camera, trying to engrave every second in my mind as deeply as the video.

My seat is roughly located in the center of the theater, and I have a panoramic view of the lotus pond that I miss. Perhaps it is the effect of lighting, and I feel like watching a movie. In order to see the actor's expression clearly, I raised my telescope when watching the distant scene. The slightly swaying vision in clarity makes everything in front of me like a dream. I also seem to stand beside the characters as a dream person through the lens, observe their nuanced expressions, listen to their hard-fought lines, walk into their hearts and follow them to seek liberation from life. Afraid of missing the real texture of the drama visible to the naked eye, I quickly put down my telescope in a closer scene.

The exquisiteness of the scene setting makes people sigh. Around the lotus pond, upstairs and downstairs, when the lights are on, it is the beginning of a story. When the music rings, it is an emotional flow. There is still a voice in my heart shouting, let him be closer to me and closer.

I have to say that everyone's performance was wonderful. When my cousin introduced Dr. Xiaomei, there were a series of crisp and awkward laughter, my wife's emotional lines when she talked with pedestrians in her dream, the emotional reaction of No.5 and Jiang Hong when she saw herself by the lake of Duxiang Castle, and even the dull expression of passers-by walking around the field left a deep impression on people.

There was another scene in my impression that was amazing. When Jiang Hong said goodbye on the 5th and dragged her luggage to Shanghai to find Gu Xianglan, the passengers walked around the field. Meanwhile, the young Gu Xianglan, played by Summer Xu, walked leisurely past No.5 wearing a cheongsam. She could see No.5 but could not see her, and time and space staggered here but could not meet. This form of expression is easy in film special effects, but it is extremely difficult to use it on the stage of drama, which requires the perfect contrast of the atmosphere such as light and sound effects, and the actor's right balance of performance scale. One is thoughtful and careless, the other is anxious but turns a blind eye. Only by creating a sense of hierarchy between reality and emptiness will the stage not be chaotic; Only by showing a trance of time and space crossing, can we feel like dream a dream.

The actors cooperate perfectly. What kind of tacit understanding is this? You can feel the efforts of each of them, and even feel their mutual care outside their roles.

I even saw a fleshy No.5. With the changes of circumstances and psychology, emotions, expressions, language and movements are progressive, and even breathing is different. When I met my ex-wife, I took the free movie tickets and roasted corn in a daze. When they were eating sushi, they were choked by wasabi and kept coughing. They played the wife's father to make her happy, begged the doctor when taking the children to see a doctor, folded clothes with Jiang Hong, and talked with the waitress in Japanese mixed with Chinese in the castle room ... Too many unforgettable scenes, everything was so natural and smooth, there was only No.5 here, and there was no Sean Xiao.

On the return trip, I specially booked a high-speed train ticket, and the passengers in the train stopped. During the seven-and-a-half-hour journey, looking at the sky through the window, my soul met No.5 again, followed him around the field, followed him to the movies, followed him to find his wife, followed him through time and space to go from Taipei to Paris to meet Jiang Hong, followed him to find a gypsy woman for divination, and followed him to Shanghai to find Gu Xianglan. Feel his joy when he first met his wife, his powerlessness when he took his son to see a doctor, his anger when he suspected that his wife was having an affair, and listen to his complaint about the cruelty of war and his choice of fate when he was mistaken for a Japanese artist.

I am glad that I have packaged this dream, so I can chew, digest and absorb it slowly until it becomes a part of me, and I can even follow the 5th to "see myself".

as night falls, I look out of the window and see the mirror images of rows of seats in the car. The distant lights, bright or dark, instantly pulled me back to my dream.

He eagerly caught up with passers-by, bent his legs and asked them if they had ever seen his wife. Facing the indifference and indifference of passers-by, his figure became more and more rickety with the accumulation of emotions, until all the helpless generate felt sorry for the sentence, "Can anyone hear what I'm saying? I can't find my wife! She just bought roasted corn over there! "

When No.5 sat in bed and listened to Jiang Hong's story about her smuggling into Europe for the rest of her life, all I could see was No.5' s side face. It's wonderful that he just sits there without talking. He has a fever and is sweating. He leans forward, his back is slightly hunched, and even a posture is so expressive. I think even the angle of hunchback has been carefully considered!

The same role is played by actors A, B, C and even D and E at the same time. The same scene is interspersed with each other, and different time and space blend with each other. Some are telling, some are looking for, and everything is like dream a dream. The characters in the play walk around the lotus pond, stop and go, either sick or slow, without a starting point or an end point, or any point is both a starting point and an end point. Like the cycle of life, the answer that can't be found in this life may be in the past life, and the answer that can't be found in my hometown may be in another country, and the only thing that is doomed is that I can't stop. I wonder if there is a moment when they want to jump into the lotus pond? Maybe what they are looking for is there.

from the above, I have to use "art" to describe it, and I have been amazed for countless times in my heart. What is unique is lines, performances, emotional collisions, scene design, and the atmosphere of dreaming. Everyone has someone else in his dream, and everyone is in someone else's dream.

After watching the play for three days, I have already returned home, but I am still immersed in the play. When I am quiet and alone, the baggage will automatically open, and scenes will automatically jump out. I will dream again and again and don't want to wake up. I don't know what kind of magic this is.

Except that I didn't see the Lotus Pond and the next book, if I have any regrets, it is that from the beginning to the end, I feel as if I only saw No.5 and didn't see Sean Xiao himself. In short, Dream Like a Dream is worth watching several times. How about tickets? Stop talking, it's all tears. I'm going to eat sushi, like the one I ate on the 5 th, with a lot of wasabi.

# Sean Xiao's dream #