Exploring Cinema's Unique Charm and Memory

Tonight, I felt a little the unique charm of cinema, which manifests itself in various ways to express emotions, s, ideas, and time that we were unable to hold onto. It may not be as free as words, but it offers possibilities that words cannot. It is difficult to describe, but when I watched some film clips, I did recall many memorable scenes. Unlike the vague and multi-meaning namescapes evoked by words, these visual works awaken my memories of those scenes in my mind through their image and the remnants of their s. They feel like seeds planted by directors into my consciousness, growing over a long period of my life and infecting my dreams with their elusive beauty. We accept ourselves when we watch films; we accept others when we watch them. Visuals are more dominant than words. After all, we can constantly process visuals to make them better suited to our habits and experiences. However, once these works are compiled into a single piece, they become more encroaching, like the sharp accuracy of a short story that carves certain moments from someone else’s time and waits for future .

The most joyful moment I ever had watching movies was during my university’s winter break after exams when I didn’t have any important things to do. My classmates all went home early, so I watched many films in the dorm without leavingit was just a way to pass the time. Later on, when I saw some scenes from Kurosawa’s “Goodbye, Mr. Roboto,” it reminded me of those days. In the film, I felt tight freedom, but outside, I could only recall the endless and loose freedom about free timeabout blankness.

I have long forgotten my own story, except for those vivid scenes in the films and the scenes when I watched them. Time seems to disappear like water as I look back on these moments. All that remains are a few unforgettable scenes and a couple of unspoken words. Am I one of those three hours’ worth of film? The film condenses life’s experiences, while what is left outside this brief time is endless and endless blankness. Friends, meditations, and wordsall of them point to the real . These three hours we spent watching films are not just a waste; they remind us of that vast we have never understood. What are we living for? Is it those three hours or does this time gap remind us of how vast our timeless blankness is?