Why should I study choreography?

I don't know why. At that time, the only reason I chose to be a director was because I hated Math English in NMET. I really wanted to go to a decent school and try not to be a disgrace to my parents.

I can't learn sports, art, music, calligraphy, broadcasting and flight attendants. There are many exclusions. I told my mother that I wanted to learn choreography. My mother said yes, if I want to go, we will pay.

I have been living in a fog, and I felt very urgent when I was a sophomore, but I was just anxious and worried. Then I picked up my mobile phone and continued to lead a drunken life, hurting spring and mourning autumn, so I was prevaricated and learned to direct.

At that time, I didn't know what Chinese opera was, what Nortel was and what Zhejiang biography was. I even said that I thought Tianjin Normal University was probably the best among so many academic certificates, and then I started taking classes.

I met all kinds of people, all kinds of tenderness, watched many movies that I will never see, saw the ending, and listened to many stories that I may never hear in my life.

A black-and-white photo of the palm of your hand is the creation of a photographer who has traveled the streets for millions of times to catch stars and block the moon and chase the sun and dust. This is an opportunity of fate and coincidence. It is thin and heavy, rich and simple in color. It is fixed by the rotation and gathering of the lenses scalded by the palm of your hand. It is a part of the photographer's body, and it is also a part that many people immersed in life see from their eyes.

How much of a movie can be understood, from the change of the scene, the close-up of watery eyes, the lush Jyukai when stretching, the red and blue happy characters and the moonlit night, the dim and pale lights, the shuttlecock touched a hundred times, the clock that can't turn back, the lingering smoke on the flies, the mumbling words, a drop of trembling sweat, flying all over the sky.

We * * * are in the same room, clutching our hands, listening to the bursting heart, counting the brilliant starry sky and magnificent dreams, talking about the narrow joys and sorrows in the world, silently shedding our shells and weaving a new self in the tossing and turning night.

Learning to choreograph, for me, is a light that illuminates the road ahead. It tells me that life is not confined in a lonely corner, but a journey in the mountains and a journey in the water.

It tells us that a photo is not just the intersection of colors and lines, a story is not just the process of joys and sorrows, and a movie is not just a matter of time and people, but a key.

I still want to wander and go to Tibet without the sun.