I don't fantasize anymore.
I'm not sure if it's the wind.
It's...
Be the wind
With waves for dancing.
In her last "Drama of Love" at p4, she learned how to perform well, looked sweet and gentle, but never fell in love, and in later plays she regretted not being able to enter a relationship.
Before coming home, she asked me to talk once before she knew about her anger and struggle in reality. She was born in 1995 and is now 28 years old, and she is overwhelmed by a mountain of career, love, schooling, marriage, ideals and the future. She's the sixth son of the city. She's the eldest son and daughter of the family, and she's been a child of others since she was a kid.
She saw me in the mirror, and we were not willing to be caught in the dust by a massive wave of reality, to be washed away by a flood of information, and not to bury our bitter dreams. The only way to make a living is to create.
Today, the wind has become the initiator of Winds and Waves, and she wants to tell her story by calling for a resonance, a metaphorical age, and by turning grief into strength, the answer lies in the hands that we practice. To join in the creation of this new play, we can write, direct, rehearse, adapt, design, produce, perform, record and so on. Until the end of this month, we will present our work to the public with the best of events. And I, along with the recording team, will record the event from scratch, and immediately produce all forms of video to be distributed to major content platforms to make our voices visible.
Recruiting participants in the Winds and Waves
If you resonate with the following text, please join us in February to complete this particular event, whose final course will be determined, discussed and created by us. There is no need to worry about your skills or your profession. It is no longer important to hope that you are impulsive and willing to release and share, and that, of course, if you have amazing leadership, you will lead us to a larger stage, a far-reaching ocean.
The creators can be writers, directors, full-time wives, small-town issuers, zoo breeders, investment bank executives, non-renowned CEOs, high-school dropouts, conservatives, turtles, job-seeking youths, insurance workers, etc.
Likewise, if you are extremely shy and afraid to express yourself in front of the camera, but as a member of the community, you can't keep up with your curiosity, we would also welcome joining our records team, and observation and creation behind the camera is equally important.
Captain.
Let's go in February.
What's left behind?
"Ama."
Tight wind.
Today is 22 January 2023, the first day of the agricultural calendar. Just now, after New Year's first round, my mom looked at the dishwasher and I was like, "That's great. I was born in 1995, and now I'm 28 years old and more than 30 years old, and I'm somewhat ashamed to be able to reap this assessment by washing a bowl. On a closer look, I find this rare initiative to be the most overwhelming excitement, because it is the first time that I have spent a year in my family's own home with only three members. It is this perception that has changed my intention not to come back from Beijing and has prompted me to temporarily resign the tickets a day earlier, pushing me to the front of the rice fragrance village with a sign and guiding me to the kitchen by dropping my own bowl. Very delicate.
Be a good boy.
If you search my first 18 years of life, then the key word for "good boy" must have been added to the C place.
Before high school, I was a good student who would write and wake up in bed, proud to be a good daughter of someone else's family who was in addition to being a bit short on his side of the hex, loved to be the first girl who fell in love with a boy's mid-term exam; three years in high school, the lack of hardware and a number of unnamed things began to appear, physics didn't understand, chemistry went to sleep, mathematics went 15 points, geologists said I was different from others, political teachers told me not to drill horns, language teachers explained to me once and again how my writing ran, but I didn't do anything so, and I didn't put two copies of it in bad shape, and I didn't get bad. Then, I went back to school, I didn't look forward to a year without asking where I had to go, but I got my guide and my companions, and finally, I took everything that was my best. I went into the adult world with a big red flower in "good boy" and thought I could get all the rest of it right, but suddenly one day I found that I was bad.
Not good. Not good. Not good. Not good.
Tell Mom and Dad.
When I realized that those good things that belonged to me were stripped out of my body a little bit, I was in a panic that didn't know who I was.
I looked down to my parents to ask them for help, and I thought I was their kid. But I didn't expect them to be in a state of shock, then in a state of anger, and then in a state of despair. They don't understand why I let the Chinese language literature that teachers can pass to any place where a civil servant can work in writing choose instead of the one that doesn't sound like a decent professional job, but also an art degree; they disagree with the fact that I've given up on competition for a scholarship, or that I'm looking for a private institution that can't make a joke and that doesn't have any guarantees; they're not satisfied that I've been hired by a family member and even got a lot of people who don't want to come to Beijing to make plans for a career; it's crazy to resign. In an all-out confrontation with tears, they did not know how a good child who had no care at all had grown up as a child. And I know that the good things I didn't have are not really mine.
But what's good for me is that I can grow up.
She wants to be a good actor.
In my little city, singing and dancing is all the art you can think of, and the first two are worth showing. I knew it before I was 18.
So, until I went to college for the first time, and I opened my heart in the light of the stage with a shell that was not my own, this unprecedented experience shocked me, and for the first time I had a strong desire to catch something, whether it was good or bad. So, starting with my beautiful roommate acting as my mother and daughter, I couldn't turn back on the middle-aged woman's play. I have unlocked the first wife of the great people of the time, who gave birth to an arranged marriage, and the old grandmothers who kept the family alive for decades under the turbulent years of war, the ogre of the myths of the East and the ambitious witch of the Western fairy tales, who forced me to be a true old-age make-up, white wigs, slow and clumsy physical moves, and the BGM, which I used to be with, and with whom I had taken away a few prizes for the good ones, taught me more of the good ones than I had to bear. So to this day, I must admit, what I want to catch is bad for me, but I still want to.
I want that good kid who doesn't know who he is to be a good actor who everyone knows who.
It was already late in the second year of the year that the closing phrase was struck, and when I looked at the whole text, I found that the vision was too fragmented and that it was necessary to force an end-to-end response, otherwise it would be a runoff. Speaking of the subject, it was Fat who, after listening to what I call a very common story, which is actually a poor story, proposed that I, as a sponsor and as a leading actress, write a play in a self-proclaimed group that I thought was a love scene. Ha! This project later reminded me of the "good dream-walking" of the leading group in the film "Bone B" that helped people to realize their aspirations, and since it was all a dream, I wanted to be great.
It's not my real name. My name is Zhang Rae.
When I was a kid, I used to pick up the questions that each other wondered when I introduced myself: which of the lěi, which of the three stones or the thunder? When they grow up, they tend to ask questions: Zhang léi, do you read léi or léi? And then, instead of asking my name "which lěi", people asked me "which i". In order not to be a small, crumpled flower, I named myself "Big Shaft" and was called "Big Shaft". And finally, I realized that some of the ethos that had been engraved in DNA didn't really make me wind, and I thought, "Let's be a tree and stand in the wind."
Captain.
Let's go in February.
What's left behind?
The meeting will take place in Beijing.