Lost and Encountered

Lost and Encountered There is a forest in everyone's heart. Those who are lost are lost, and those who meet meet. ——Inscription

Part One: Lost

The plane crossed the Pacific and landed quietly on the tarmac of Newark Airport. Dragging my luggage out of the airport, I saw a vast expanse of white and purple mist. There was mist and rain falling in the sky, but the roofs of taller buildings could not be seen clearly. Near night, New York is still distant and shadowy. Just like my mood, a few days ago, I received a deferred admission notice from New York University in the early morning of New Year’s Eve. During the entire joyous Spring Festival, I felt like I was wrapped and isolated by a cold, damp mist. The laughter and laughter felt like they had passed through a layer of filter paper before reaching my ears.

On the way from the airport to the hotel, I looked at the warm yellow street lights in New York but was filled with frustration. New York, New York University—it turns out that this is the place that rejected me, and it turns out that this is the place that shut out all my years of hard work.

I tossed and turned all night, thinking about how to use this research and study project to submit materials, and whether these materials could save NYU. My thoughts were in chaos, and finally I turned off the light and said clearly in my mind: New York is not a place that welcomes me at all.

Early the next morning, the New York sky was so pale and cold without the shelter of night. I packed up my things for class and came to the classroom. I took out my notebook mechanically, and the professor was already sitting in the middle of the classroom. As time passed slowly, my depressed mood was soothed by his sense of humor, and I couldn't help but become more focused. After the whole morning class, I still feel that I still have a lot to learn, and I have already written a thick pile of notes.

Part 2: Growth

Our task this time is to create a micro-movie by ourselves. I chose the role of screenwriter without hesitation. I am willing to create the soul of a story. , build a skeleton for it and then fill it with flesh and blood.

Soon, we were divided into groups and began to intensely discuss the structure of the entire script. The professor also came over to discuss and share his views with us carefully. Our group was perhaps the fastest to reach an agreement. While other groups were still discussing, I had already listed the outline of the story in my notebook. By evening, the first draft of the script outline had been handed over to the professor.

I picked up my schoolbag and left the classroom, feeling a little excited in my heart. It seemed like an invisible big hand pulled me back to the ground after being lost in the New York fog throughout the day, and lit a fire at the same time, shrouding me in a warm and solid feeling.

I finished the script in one go. In the next few days, I kept polishing the details and choosing words and sentences. The professor took the trouble to revise the script with me, over and over again. I only remember that my script was 7 pages long. When it was finalized, the revised manuscript was piled on the table with a very impressive thickness. But every day I feel infused with vitality, and my spiritual world continues to become richer and fuller. The next few days were even more difficult. We officially entered the shooting phase. New York was still misty and rainy. We carried the shooting equipment and shuttled through the streets of New York. The entire crew was poor. The actors acted with hairdryers by themselves. The camera stood on a trash can for filming. The indoor scenes could only be filmed in the hotel room. The suicide scene was filmed in the hotel stairwell. The blood on the floor almost wiped out the cleaning room. The worker was frightened and called the police. If there is not enough manpower, post-production and photography can also be used as stuntmen, the screenwriter can be roped in to act as a photographer, and the director himself can act and act as a photographer. In the end, the equipment was not enough and I used an iPhone to take additional shots. Although the process is difficult and even shabby, we are busy, fulfilling and very happy every day. Our laughter washes away all the gloom and depression and floats over New York.

Finally, after several all-nighters, our microfilm editing was completed. Each of us had big dark circles under our eyes and excitedly showed our results to the professor. Applause echoed in the room, it turns out we really can do this.

Part Three: Encounter

The last day of the event soon came, and I carefully savored the last moment as if completing a ritual. Mission accomplished, I can finally experience New York. It's still a bit cold in the morning, but it's not raining anymore. The bell on the glass door of the coffee shop on the street rang loudly, and the whole street was filled with the rich aroma of coffee, waking up all the sleepy people. From time to time, people passed by, some were jogging in the morning, some were dressed in strange clothes, some black people were playing music loudly and bobbing their heads as they passed by, and some were hurriedly going to work.

At that moment, I stood still on the streets of New York and felt the thousands of New York stars day and night.

This city is so tolerant, it tolerates all my frustrations and frustrations, and indulges all my prejudices and blames. It accepts both the good and the bad, and people with unique personalities don't care about other people's evaluation at all, because they have the power of this city, and they all find themselves bravely. It’s not the city of New York that has changed, it’s me who has changed and grown.

At first I cared about the results, but in the end I found that the process was so fascinating that it even made me ignore what I wanted to get. In other words, I have lost my way. What I want is not a change of heart at NYU. What I want is actually the firm and brave myself.

The plane took off from Newark Airport. I looked out the window and saw a rare and brilliant sunny day.

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